This is the time of year I start to button up the house and get ready for the holiday season. The plants are dying back and need to be cleaned up. I’ll have to figure out where to put the herbs I’m bringing in to winter over. Hedges need to be trimmed back short, windows… Continue reading Button Up The House
It was in a recent blog post that I wrote about how I’m not suited to be a teacher. I declared that I don’t have the patience or focus it requires. Yet, here we are. The school children will be returning to class in a few weeks. They’ll be required to wear masks, eat in… Continue reading A Homeschool Mom, the Irony!
This blog is called Journey Again because that is my maiden name. Jernigan=Journey Again. True to my name I have found myself perusing many paths in life, many journeys. Currently, I am a part of a Mystery School where I have been initiated as a Priestess of the Grove. A Priestess is a woman who… Continue reading Behind The Journey
I harvested sage today and bound her into wands to use this Fall and Winter. There are no fewer than three flies inside the house taunting me and Fox is loudly playing with his father’s G.I. Joe toys from the 80’s. I’m leaving in a few hours to have a patio dinner with a longtime… Continue reading Grief
Does anyone look up anymore? At all? When I was a kid, watching the night sky was one of my favorite things to do. Not star gazing, but watching the sky and looking for anything that wasn’t a star. I’ve seen a great number of meteoroids, eclipses and even a fireball once in the Nevada… Continue reading Let’s Talk About Space
Tonight is my monthly night out with my girlfriends; except it hasn’t been monthly in 2020, thanks to covid-19, and there is a terrible sadness in the air. Lebanon’s capital city, Beirut has just experienced a massive explosion. Thanks to the magic of technology I sat in my living room in Missouri watching images of… Continue reading Explosion In Beirut
The past two days have brought cooler nights and mornings. The river birch in the front yard is already beginning to let go of a few leaves and the impatiens are showing less flowers. The urge to harvest and dry herbs from the garden is pressing. Here in Missouri we often see an Indian summer… Continue reading Late Summer
I imagine my Irish ancestors must have celebrated Lúnasa with a huge bonfire, singing, feasting and drinking ale and Offering of First Fruits. Maybe a great great great grandmother of mine would have gone to visit a holy well. I woke up this morning knowing that I would mark today by gathering medicine making supplies… Continue reading Lúnasa