A lot of you may not know this, but my wonderful Gran, Sheila, co-author here on the portal, lost her beautiful daughter Miss Emmy at the tender age of twenty-two(Miss Emmy was). Her passing is mourned by many, who knew this darling young woman and even by those who didn’t, including yours truly. My Gran …
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Gran, Behave! – LOL
Yup, that’s my Gran been here.
Winter Pictures From Ona, Wv.
Gran and I took a walk today and she let me use her camera for a while. These are some of the pictures I took:
Dumbstruck.
Captured and enraptured in a tender web, here in this place of magick, I can at last relax. I stare in amazement at the flux of love that flows from every being, everything just so. A dear couple and their pets shower me with kindness, leaving me perplex, wondering: Is this real? I lift my eyes to Heaven …
For My Gran Sheila!
Who runs a pet shelter, by the way!
For Gran and Jace!
Hugs for you both!
This Post is Dedicated to my Gran!
You all know Sheila Ross-Kuhn, world-famous author on this site, whose riveting stories about witchery and sheer humanity shine like diamonds. I adopted her, with her permission, as my Gran last year, because we have so much in common. I would like to commend her(amongst others) for rescuing an orphaned kitten and hand feeding it …
Telling Gran’s Secrets
1) I know that magic is real. I’ve seen it. I am not lying. 2)I once knew a Gypsy Fortune Teller that was the real deal. She lived in the woods and took clients by night. Her floors were crooked and you had step over the waiting bodies in her living room, to”see” her in the kitchen. She …
Gran Wakes Up
It’s half past five, give or take, and Gran has been up for well over an hour. She has polished and shined herself, she has brewed the coffee and lit her morning candle. Woodsy incense curls and swirls through the living room., new age music tickles her soul, arousing her mind, easing her into a cold December morning …
GRAN’S AND POPPA’S CRAZY HOUSE
My husband and I tend to “rescue” displaced or abused people and pets. Our children have grown up now and it only seems natural to swing the doors wide and scream to the wind “COME ONE, COME ALL” and they somehow find their way up the hill to this brick house in the woods. Right …
