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Written by Madame Aradia
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Saturday, 25 October 2008 17:43 |
The maple, native to North America, was first harvested by the Native Americans. They called it “sinzibuckwud” which means “drawn from the wood”. They used it in cooking, as a drink, and for curing ham. The syrup was also used to make a delicious wine. No one really knows how they discovered the syrup. An Iroquois legend tells of a Chief who threw his tomahawk at a tree and ate the syrup which ran out. Others believe the Indians discovered it by eating the sap as it oozed out of the tree and froze in the winter weather.
Besides eating the syrup from the tree, the maple can be used for medical purposes. The bark and leaves can be used for liver and spleen problems. For sore eyes, make an astringent (or buy a lotion) for relief.
For magical purposes, maple leaves are used in love spells (perhaps because of the sweetness of the tree...ha!). Many wands are made from maple twigs. Legends tells us that if a child “passed through” the branches of the maple, he could expect a long life. It is also considered a lucky wood to have for travels or if one is moving...gives one the feeling of being at home.
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What is a "Book of Shadows"?
Originally, the "Book of Shadows" was a term that referred to a coven's collection of spells and secrets. In modern culture, the term is used to refer to a witch's personal diary and/or journal. The purpose is to keep a record of everything the witch learns and discovers. While usually kept private, I have decided to make mine public in the form of a blog. I have done this in the hopes of helping other find magic in everyday life, and especially in the practice of gardening.
My Latest...
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Now the Moon
madamearadia posted a photo:
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
-Walter de la Mare, "Silver"
3/4/2010
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Deprived
madamearadia posted a photo:
If only I could touch with these hands, speak with this mouth, and love with this heart which you have stolen.
2/25/2010
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Snow Ivy
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Paperwhites
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In the Broken Places
madamearadia posted a photo:
The storm is wild enough for sailing
The bridge is weak enough to cross
This body frail enough for fighting
I'm home enough to know I'm lost...
Home enough to know I'm lost...
-Jars of Clay "Faith Enough"
4/13/2007
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