my thoughts were filled with Turtle Butt


Muddied tones of green and brown, earth sliding into the river, and the slight impression of the circular.. my thoughts were filled with Turtle Butt. Let me explain.. Turtle Butt is my nickname for this amazing photo taken by my uber talented friend Cin and is one of the few non-birdy ones she has.. she’s a bit of a bird lady. When I think of her, I think of a tall white crane – full of grace and spiritual joy as she often appears as in my cards.

The photo itself was taken not too far from the place where I most often go to stick my feet in the dirt. It speaks to me not only of those earth to water places, but also of cycles. There is a certain perspective one gains when revisiting the same place in life from a different point along the path.. often I journey or revisit things in said near place. Turtle butt was the first piece I placed on my revisited earth altar.


Nestled there, along with, is a jar of witches burrs and one of magnolia cones.. the latter collected from a local graveyard where I occasionally attend to the long forgotten. Sitting on a plate near the Greenman and Greenwoman imagery, I have a small plate containing a jeweled serpent with some rocks and stones.

Several of these rocks were gifted to me from Schatzi, another beautiful soul that I am lucky enough to be blessed with in my life. She smuggled them all the way back from Greece and each has its own story of place to tell. Schatzi, I am told, means treasure in German and she is that. I hope she realizes that.. and not just because she brought me the beautiful rocks.


where earth came to rest


That Saturday morning I woke up with the itch (quicker than anticipated) and went back into the workroom. I had in mind to start with my finfolken cord per usual but it just didn’t feel right. The stag’s head had been calling to me since my rise but I couldn’t get it out of my head that I wasn’t ready to work with it yet. I placed the deer skin and then the rabbit. I sat for quite a bit of time but still the stag called. I finally got up and moved it from its resting place onto the altar. It was the first major piece.. then came bear. I have full intentions of blooding and working with her, “her” because she feels very feminine to me. The hare’s mask was to follow and become my jar.. bits of root and herb, parts of spider, and a dragonfly wing were added. It will need blooding as well but the bag must be worked on first. Then I placed my owl wing fan. Finally came the rest of rabbit, the other of my two, and at last.. old lady crow. It seems I’ve found Earth.


Last night, I did the blooding and worked with the callings. It took a very long time and was a very personal experience so I decided not to post too much detail about it all just yet (if even I do). I will say that I wound up chanting for a very long time.. so much time it took that I forgot about the day-to-day things and was very late in my chores.. there were just so many around me this time and I am curious to see where it all leads. I am still in the moving forward but wanting to look back stage and I did feel like the stag was pulling me, calling me to follow. I am very curious on this one, Walking Bear said to me that he felt this one was important and I believe it to be so. I have intentions to work on my bag this weekend as said chores called me away from it last night. This altar, though, felt like coming home.