Eclectic Witch’s Home


“Home is where the heart is.” This is true if one means to say that one’s heart resides with loved ones. Though things can get a bit complicated when one considers that most people love many individuals, so how many homes does a person really have? Feel free to ignore my rhetorical ponderings, for this post is about something totally different. It is about all the traveling I’ve done over the last 16 years and how they’ve made me miss having a place that I can really call home.

I’ve relocated—short and long term—more than 20 times in 16 years. I left my beloved woods to go to the city, moved out of my island to come to the US, since then I’ve been all over for school, work, love… One might think that in 16 years I would have found a place I can look back to and say “That’s home, that’s where my heart is.” Well, I’m not sure I do. I do love many people: family, dear friends, a lover… I know that any of their houses could be a temporary home, but I don’t know if they could be my home.

I believe that before a place can become my home it needs to have me all over. My energy needs to trickle out of the walls, and in a more practical note, I prefer for the place to have been cleansed by me. I like to walk around my home spiritually—and physically—naked. I can’t do that in a place I haven’t cleansed myself. And how many of us go around purifying our friends’ and loved ones’ houses—especially if they don’t share our beliefs? I’m not talking about a simple ritual, but one of those where one has to let the house sit from sun to moon in order to let the spirits, incenses, herbs… find some stability.

This is of particular importance, to me, when it comes to magic. Not very long ago, a friend asked me to cast a spell for him. I was all for it, then I went to his house and changed my mind—I didn’t have enough time to treat the house before I could work my magic. The place was not his home. It was empty of him, but overflowing with something I didn’t care for. I asked him about it and he told me “I just haven’t made it my home, even though I’ve been living here for a while.” I will cast the spell for him, but from a place where my witchy self can call home: a small grove close to a park around where I live.

I’m a 32-year-young Eclectic Solitary Witch who is starting to feel intense need for permanent soil. Have my body, mind and spirit gotten tired of wondering the world? Or maybe my heart is somewhere, I don’t know of, calling me home? Is your home where your heart is? Or do you get to a place, spread your magic, and make it your home?

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Thanks for sticking around while I was gone my Wicked Darlings. I’ve returned to my house, but I feel like my heart is a few hundred miles north. I wonder if that’s home…
Flushing Meadows Corona Park


17 comments:

  1. Welcome to Pagan Culture Crafty Cutie & Waeben!

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  2. Welcome back!
    I would say there is no mystery about a place called home.
    I think its a journey.
    When you get to the place that is home to you it will be undeniable.
    It will be the same sort of certainty you would have about a person with whom you share real love.
    There is no question it just IS.
    I'm still on my journey to find home.
    Maybe not in this lifetime, maybe not in the next.
    But the trip so far has been fun.

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  3. I think home can be anywhere your heart feel at peace. And I don't think that it needs to be limited to one place. I do believe home is where the heart is. For instance, my heart is at home here where I live and in another place I've ever even been to. I don't know anyone there, I've just seen pictures and every time I see them I say to myself, "I miss this." But, I've never been there. Not in this life anyway. It's where my heart is at peace though.

    I'm not originally from either of those two places. Not where I live now, and not the other place either. I'm originally from a place I was NEVER at home in. My family all lives there, and I hate the place. I feel like I'm being suffocated when I'm there.

    So, it definitely is a matter of the heart being at peace, serenity, not necessarily family. It can be a place you don't know of yet.

    As for, making a place "home", I don't think that it's a matter of the object called "house". For instance, it wouldn't matter what magical energy I tried to engrave in the walls of the house I lived in where I'm originally from. There was nothing, no way, no how, that was going to make that place "home". And I was born there. O.o

    I think there's more to it than just the object, it's the whole atmosphere projected by the town, country, state, environment surrounding the place you're in. It can make or break the "home" feeling.

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  4. Welcome back my lovely...
    Home is where the heart is, that is what they say. I think you will know when you find your home, I guess you've just no found it yet, but what a journey you've been on and I don't think it will be long before you do find your home.
    I have a home but it's not my house!!! Bizar, not really, at least not for me, my heart lies the countryside around Pendle Hill famous for the Pendle Witch Trials - Google it, it makes for wonderful reading and many heated debates lol
    When I'm there I know in my heart I'm home, but my house really has my personality splashed all over it, but still I yearn for the country. One day I may get there but who knows, for now at least I'll be satisfied with very regualar visits back to my home....I'll post some pictures so you can see what I mean!
    You on the other hand will find it when you least expect it.............trust me!

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  5. My heart is in the Great Northwest, and that's where my home is. But it's not where I was born.

    I was born in Louisiana (but conceived in Texas). My parents soon decided that they didn't want to raise a family there so we moved to Oregon when I was about a year old. For ages I was adamant that "I am not an Oregonian, I was born way down south!" But in time, and after a little traveling, I finally realized that this is where my heart is. This is my land, and this is the land I belong to.

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  6. Welcome home! I have missed you!

    "Home is where the heart is" is a very widespread saying in my opinion.

    Like LJ said, the place where I was born and grew up is the furtherest thing from "home" I could possibly get lol.

    I understand what you mean about feeling the need to find "permanent soil" as you put it, and to put down roots, as I call it lol.

    I also am one who has moved a zillion times over the last 15 years, and I find that the places my heart are at east the most are the places I wish I could stay at all the time, but can not...the ocean ( although I only live 10 minutes away )and up in the mountains are the places that call to me most..other than Scotland and Ireland..but I have never actually been there...yet...

    I think our souls know where is right for us, and we can either listen to it and try to get to where we our heart calls to us from, or ignore it and sort of float around feeling like a part of us is missing.

    I know where I need to be, and I am taking steps to get back there as fast as I can!

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  7. Welcome back, Magalay!

    I agree very much with your first statement: home is where the heart is. My childhood home is unrecognizable nowadays and I haven't lived there since I was 13 and I haven't stayed in one house more than four years. I've moved from house to house and apartment to apartment over the last few years. I've found that home is defined very much by how comfortable I am in a place. If I can come home, alone, and just pass out on the couch, the floor, the kitchen, the bed--where ever--then I'm home. If there is a place that, after a long day's work, I can't wait to rest my head, that's home.

    I also find that my possessions also help, too, because when I move into a new place, I can only sleep there if all of my possessions are there. It's like bringing myself, literally and figuratively, into the home.

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  8. Welcome back! I dont quite know...not sure the houe I reside in is home....it doesnt really feel like it yet though been there nearly 4 years :)

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  9. I've lived my entire life in one place..born in one house, married and moved into the back yard..then bought the house next door..guess it's 'home' because I don't know anything else..no where else seems to be calling me..relaxed country living, but too many 'city' folk coming this way recently..wonder how it's going to change the atmosphere..

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  10. I understand and empathize.
    I'm 33, with a family, and still looking for a place to call my own.

    Merry meet, btw! :)

    )O(
    boo

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  11. Cogent Ascending, very insightful as usual. Thanks for the welcoming note my dear, I needed those words, especially after opining my inbox! You are absolutely right, I know when I get ‘home’ I’ll feel it right away. I also share your opinion about knowing when you found someone special, you don’t need a bunch of time, you usually ‘just know’.

    LJ, you have a point. I have tried to make many places my home in the past, but as this post suggested I have failed miserable. Nevertheless, I do believe that you can make a place more ‘homely’ by adding your touch—physical and spiritual. I just think that our energy creates a mark and when the mark gets deeper and clearer, the place becomes a bit more ours.

    Pixie, I’m putting my trust on you ;) I can’t wait to email you one day and tell you “luv you were so right! I’m home and I knew it as soon as I brought my broom into it”. *Sigh* I know I’ll find my spot eventually, I guess I’m just feeling a bit out of place lately because the place where I’m at is definitely not home. LJ has a huge point!

    Sarita, I’m so glad you are at peace with yourself and your home. I can’t wait to share your perspective. As of right now, I’m sooo not home. I’m just not a city Witch. I like it here to shop and even go and see cool things, but I can’t see me spending the rest of my life in NYC. I’ll probably go bunkers if I don’t get to my woods, my trees, my bugs… soon.

    Bella Foxglove, I’ve missed my Wicked Darlings too. It is amazing how fast one gets used to the ‘company’ of good people. I’m going to try to go MIA too often. So your heart is in Ireland, huh? Such a beautiful place, with all the green and the rain…. many tend to hate the fact that it rains so much in Ireland, but I find it absolutely purifying and the cold, well, there is nothing better than having a reason to get under the covers with the one you love, is there? Like you, I’m also taking steps toward getting home; I just want to leap there already!

    Weaven, I feel very much like you when it comes to the relationship between home and possessions. After being in the military for so long, I realized that I could sleep anywhere—literally; I’ve fallen sleep under a bench while people are firing machine guns a few yards from me (I was tired lol). I also took my special things around and place them in whatever place I was staying, they kind of made me feel at home.

    Equidae, I hope you find your ‘home’ soon. If not, just trying enjoying the journey there as much as possible—that’s what I tell myself every day ;)

    Judy, I wan to be like you when I grow up! I am so jealous.

    Bridgett, Endless Blessings right back at you! It seems that you and I are riding the same broom. I’ll send you a bunch of positive energy and do the same for me. I know that sooner or later we’ll both find our witchy paradise.

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  12. I've also moved so many times in my life, I can't evem count anymore. But " home " I haven't found yet, well maybe once, where I was able to paint everything into colors I liked and be. But for for the past view years, I keep pictures, locked away with the thought " I will hang those up when I MOVE " again...but this is a selfmade promise and wont happen anytime soon.

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  13. It is always good to know that one is not alone in ones troubles. I know that sounds kind of me, but misery in company is just better lol. I hope you find your spot one of these days, If not enjoy the ride!

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  14. Hi! I just found your blog through MJ---I am in love!

    Perhaps similarly to you, I'm always in conflict between my wanderlust and my need for a permanent home. I've recently found one-and I dont know why-but I knew it was mine before I even walked in the door.

    Be warned, I'm going to be blog stalking you now! Its wonderful to read the words of another witch-especially one as intelligent as yourself. I have been hungry for pagan talk lately---there are not so many of us in my city (where are they hiding!?).

    Be well!

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  15. It is always good to know that one is not alone in ones troubles. I know that sounds kind of me, but misery in company is just better lol. I hope you find your spot one of these days, If not enjoy the ride!

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  16. Welcome home! I have missed you!

    "Home is where the heart is" is a very widespread saying in my opinion.

    Like LJ said, the place where I was born and grew up is the furtherest thing from "home" I could possibly get lol.

    I understand what you mean about feeling the need to find "permanent soil" as you put it, and to put down roots, as I call it lol.

    I also am one who has moved a zillion times over the last 15 years, and I find that the places my heart are at east the most are the places I wish I could stay at all the time, but can not...the ocean ( although I only live 10 minutes away )and up in the mountains are the places that call to me most..other than Scotland and Ireland..but I have never actually been there...yet...

    I think our souls know where is right for us, and we can either listen to it and try to get to where we our heart calls to us from, or ignore it and sort of float around feeling like a part of us is missing.

    I know where I need to be, and I am taking steps to get back there as fast as I can!

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  17. My heart is in the Great Northwest, and that's where my home is. But it's not where I was born.

    I was born in Louisiana (but conceived in Texas). My parents soon decided that they didn't want to raise a family there so we moved to Oregon when I was about a year old. For ages I was adamant that "I am not an Oregonian, I was born way down south!" But in time, and after a little traveling, I finally realized that this is where my heart is. This is my land, and this is the land I belong to.

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