Merry We Meet!!

This is my space to share, rant, rave, and even do a little bragging about my life choices, family, and where each are taking me.

Many people think 'witch' and immediately jump to the conclusion that I am some weirdo who's home smells like stale incense and thinks Mr. Potter is end all be all of magick. I hate to disappoint, but I am as normal as the next person. As much as a person can be normal.

So, please read on. Enjoy my trials and tribulations. Hopefully, you can learn something from the mistakes I make and the good fortunes that come my way.

You can follow me on Instagram @Witchmomma

~Blessed Be~



My Iron Man!

My Iron Man!
This was just before his 12th birthday. 2015

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Our Yoga Life

Oh my sweet, sweet, yoga life! 

I could fill gigabyte after gigabyte about how much I love yoga, how amazing it is, and what wonders it has done for my family and myself. Lucky for you dear reader, I don't have that much time as there are TWO large pots of dog food on the stove about to be ready for packaging. Yes... we make our own dog food now. Mainly because one of our dogs has severe food allergies. I mean of course he does, with the exception of my husband, all the two legged family members do. Ugh. I will share some of journey though! 

I began my yoga practice solo. My parents and brother were never into the idea of yoga and they let me do my "hippie thing" in peace. I never minded though. Truly, I enjoyed the peace that yoga brought to my life and the ability of getting out of my own head space. I had always just worked through the stretches. It wasn't until this year when my husband and children joined in my daily practice that yoga took on a much deeper meaning for me. 
Day 4 of the Kyodan Yoga Challenge

My children really became involved when I started an Instagram 30 day yoga challenge. For the first few days I was kind of shy about it, only practicing when everyone was asleep. I would sneak outside in the early morning and spend some time with just my mat, a hot cup of tea, and a giant maple tree that my oldest had named Elmer when we first moved in. A few days in and I was sitting outside warming up and my husband came out and plunked down on my mat. I stared at him blankly, complete oblivious as to why he was there. He asked me, "Well, what now?". 

Do you see that burly man back there?! Seriously,
who would think that my viking would love yoga?!
And was that. Now, he's completely hooked. We yoga together every night without fail. Sometimes we include the kids. Most the time, we use that time to connect with each other. Some days we laugh and poke at one another while we are trying to balance. Other times we practice in silence, just content to be in our shared energy. Some couples do date nights. We yoga....everywhere. I help him with form, he helps me with inversions. Partners in everything we do, it's wonderful to share my life with someone like that. 

Our children have become much calmer as well. Not that young boys are super calm, like ever. It's different now though. Their connection with us and each other have become such a deep bond. The best nights are when we throw down a king size quilt and do a calming flow together. My youngest, I swear he was a yoga guru in a previous life. He just... gets it. It is not uncommon to find him sharing his yoga life with family members, friends, even strangers. The other day he gave a yoga class in the middle of the street under the streetlight (We were with him of course and at the time of the evening it was, there was zero traffic). It was amazing to see him actually teaching grown MEN. Our oldest, being a teen, is kind of touch and go. Yes, he enjoys yoga, willingly joins, and even asks to participate. He just doesn't eat, breathe, and sleep yoga like his younger brother. 

The kids use techniques they learn in yoga all the time. They use breath control to help when they have strong emotions towards something, good or bad. Yoga teaches patience as well; it is better to take the long route to reach a pose rather than crank into it and hurt yourself. They're learning to honor their bodies and care for themselves: mentally, physically, and spiritually. Yoga has even helped them to find connection in the world around them. 

All of those benefits are not just for the kids. We have learned a way to grow stronger as a family in all aspects. It is an amazing journey. 

The Little Yogi's first student!
Speaking of journeys, the children and I will be embarking on something deeply meaningful very soon. It is already in the planning stages and should be put into production soon. The Stay-At-Home Witchery Blog will soon be putting out a newsletter and yoga video series led by the little yogi himself. It should be out by the middle of October 2016. If you are interested in signing up for the newsletter please leave me a comment or feel free to email me (! 

Until then you can follow me and the family on Instagram @witchmomma!!

Brightest Blessings!

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Adventures in Yoga

I have personally practiced some form of yoga since I was about 12 years old, possibly younger but those years kind of all mesh together a bit for me. My ballet instructor incorporated it into our stretching on and off the barre. I fell deeply in love with the whole ordeal, physical, spiritual, and emotional. I have been hooked since then. 

Life tends to happen though, other things began to take priority, and yoga fell to a back burner (of which I have THOUSANDS!). Never forgotten. I always returned to yoga in times of stress, heartbreak, and basically anything catastrophic. 

Like most mothers I know, I was not big on self-care. A daily yoga practice seemed like luxury to me. Time wasted on myself when I should have been cleaning, cooking, or whatever motherly/wifely thing I thought should have taken precedence over my own wants. 

One day a mind shift happened. Yoga was more than just a quick fix for my anxiety, help me get out of my own head for a while, or security blanket for when I needed to crawl back to the surface and face daylight again. 


Not only does yoga have the power to do all of those mini miracles for me, but daily yoga is more than just a series of movements. Somewhere along the line, I had forgotten that. Yoga shouldn't feel bad though, I have forgotten myself many many many times. 

My body LOVES yoga. The deep stretches, the connection to the earth (I practice both indoors and out), and even the spiritual connection I am blessed with makes my body feel better. I feel 50 feet tall when I am outside reaching for the sky next to my trees. My body gains strength, flexibility, muscle tone, and even weight loss (which isn't so much a goal as a perk at this point).

What I have learned over the years is that yoga is not just a physical practice for me. It helps me understand my emotions and process them. I connect better with those around me, family, friends, and even strangers when I practice daily. 

My techie teenager rolls his eyes at me because I am "such a hippie mom!". He's not wrong. I am very bohemian in ways, but I am who I am and I embrace that. He does too when he's not being "too cool for all that stuff". 

My daily practice has spread like wild fire through our house. The youngest is always dragging out the mat, learning a new pose, or randomly meditating in bizarre places (Like while balancing on my Mother's back yard swing railing). The husband has started up a yoga practice of his own. We spend time each night doing yoga together with our kid(s) AND animals... downward dog with a Pitbull and Chihuahua rolling around under us is rather hilarious. My husband and I have even begun practicing Acroyoga!! Talk about working through trust and body issues! I am no twig, I am amazed at the strength my husband possesses. Seriously!

Eventually, I would like to get to a point where we go to classes together, but for now, I am just happy that he practices with me at home. For some reason I was very hesitant to even bring up practicing yoga together with him. I should not have been, we talk about everything. A part of me was scared of rejection or being laughed at. Yes, even after knowing him for 16+ years, being together for 9 of them, and married for almost 3, I am still afraid of rejection. How insane is that!?

Yoga is intimate to me. Sharing something that is so important to me with the possibility of rejection IS SCARY. I never used to pull my mat out if he was home. I'm no size 0, my poses aren't perfect, the list goes on and on. It all came down to fear. 

One day I was oogling some beautiful acroyoga and wistfully dreaming that that could be us. I must have been sighing or something because he leaned over to see what I was looking at. He looked intrigued so I explained what was going on. At the end of my explanation it happened.... word vomit. I told him how I wished that we could work up to that one day and I really wanted to have a shared practice with him. He went back to whatever he was doing and there I sat, stewing in embarrassment. A few torturous moments later he nodded and said to his screen, "We could do that". 

It's been a really slow beginning, his muscles are super tight, but it's fun. We enjoy the time together. All because I couldn't stop myself from talking. I took the risk, whether or not I was ready to and it paid off in the best possible way! 

Moral of the story, don't be afraid of who you are. If the people around you love you, they will accept you. If they don't, no matter how hard it is...find new people. Put your vibe out there at full strength and your people may even find you. Don't dampen who you are just to fit into the tiny box of who someone else thinks you should be. It all comes down to love and acceptance. Love yourself. Accept who you are wholeheartedly. 

Brightest Blessings 

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