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Deborah Castellano

Deborah Castellano

Deborah Castellano is featured in the 2015 Llewellyn Herbal Almanac. She is a frequent contributor to Occult/Pagan sources such as Witchvox, PaganSquare and Witches&Pagans magazine.

Deborah's book, The Arte of Glamour is available for purchase on Amazon in paperback and Kindle.

Her craft shop, The Mermaid and The Crow (www.mermaidandcrow.com) specializes in Hand-spun hand-dyed yarn in luxe fibers, euphorically scented mason jar beeswax candles, tempting small batch ritual oils, Dream Ambassadors (tiny sheep to help you sleep!), lofty unique nuno felted scarves, airy hand painted silk chiffon scarves and more.

Her Craft shop, The Glamoury Apothecary (www.etsy.com/shop/glamouryapothecary) specializes in handcrafted Occult and Magical items such as gods and goddesses vigil candles, loose incense and hand rolled chime candles.
[Books of the Dead] Crows and Giving Space for Grief

At a crossroads, I watched a crow had been hit by a car, laid to rest there on one side of the street. Crows descended from the trees, probably a hundred crows. In groups of maybe eight, ten, twelve, they would walk around that individual that was on the ground. And then they would fly off, and over a fifteen, twenty-minute period, eventually all the crows flew off, leaving that corpse of the crow in the road. Tony AngellGifts of the Crow: How Perception, Emotion, and Thought Allow Smart Birds to Behave Like Humans

Crows have been yelling at me a lot lately.  I'd like to tell you that I can understand what they've been saying, but I don't know.  In my experience, it generally means that something is going to happen.  Sometimes good, sometimes not good, but more than daily life.  If he is feeling generous, Crow may show up in my dreams to elaborate.  But he has been silent on the matter, leaving the tiny cousins to chide me.  Or praise me?  Who knows.  I've never had a terribly strong communication connection with the goddesses, ancestors and spirits.  My logical brain is quick to tell me that I am just telling myself what I want to hear, so I try to rely on omens, portents, dreams and divination.  Sometimes that gives me a clear path, most of the time it doesn't.  Sometimes when it's particularly murky, I do as my friend JohnM, the psych guy, suggests and I assign reasons and explanation as it's as good of an answer as any.  A very Roman approach to things, but sometimes better than nothing.

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My mother prefers her visits to our beloved dead to be spontaneous, because that's just so MamaFran, who is also Our Lady of the Cemetery Hacks.  But I really don't much care for that.  Because if I can't go, I feel crummy about it, if I just don't want to go, I feel even more crummy about it and if I do go, there's that frisson of resentment that makes a two hour car ride that much more enjoyable.

When I got this job which now adds even more to my wheel of the year (which was previously "Craft Show Season/Not Craft Show Season", otherwise known as "St. Germain/Campari" and now reads something like "Extensions/Craft Show Season/ Extensions/Tax Season/Summertime Sadness" . . .but writing a book should be no big, right?), I decided to dedicate a weekend to cemetery visits and just rip it off like a band aid.  If others could keep me company, awesome.  If not, that's what audio books were made for. 

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    Angela says #
    Once every October I try to get my mother and sister together to decorate our grandmother's and stepfather's stones. It NEVER goe
[Manic Mondays] Current/Upcoming Publications: The Big Reveal/ An Open Love Letter to You

"I never did discover I was beautiful;I made myself beautiful." - Holly Madison

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[The Books of the Dead] A Prelude

Oh, yeah. The vault. That's where the stuff I can't handle goes. Kerplunk! - Finn, Adventure Time

For those of you who have been with me for long enough, you know I have an unsteady relationship with death.  I'm not one of those Witches who can see spirits, talk to ghosts and visualize the other side of the Veil.  Or really visualize very much at all, though that's improved a little over the years.  I tend to "see" things in words, song lyrics, poetry and emotions.  You can imagine how fun this was as a baby Witch where every exercise ever starts with "Visualize . . ."  My sister, the Divine Miss M, who is not a practicing Witch and not really all that Catholic, has a much more open dialogue with the other side than I do and does not spend her dreams with dead people telling them that they're dead like I do.  She catches omens, portents and prophecy at a rate that is completely annoying given that she's not into the occult.

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    I've read that the dead sometimes visit us in our dreams. If you haven't already got it in your collection of books you might wan

I jumped through the window after him.  It was a graceless and slow process but one I completed nonetheless.  There was still blood in my hair, my breath smelled of absinthe and Death in the Afternoon and I clutched my protective locket.   I had somehow managed to lose an hour, an entire loop, like a waking dream.  Back at The McKittrick for another Sleep No More Experience.

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It must be done carefully, delicately.  Too much and you'll tip your hand that you're an imposer.  Too little and you are clearly just a poseur.  There are always places that are forbidden to you - the velvet rope, the back room, the after party, the inner circle.

And I say f**k that.

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