Today, I had the honor of sharing tea with a magickal friend of mine. I had recently gotten a book on tea leaf reading from the library called Simply Tea Leaf Reading by Jacqueline Towers. I had been reading it all throughout this week, and besides desperately wanting tea, I really wanted to try my hand at some tea leaf reading. My friend agreed that it would be a good past time, and we prepared black chai tea by taking the loose tea out of the tea bag, pouring it into a prepared tea pot, and pouring boiling water over it. The aromatic scent was captivating and rather enjoyable. Following the directions in the book, we stirred the tea once, then let it steep, and then stirred it once more before pouring (This way, the tea leaves would not sink to the bottom of the pot and “leaf” us with none in our cups.). While enjoying tea, we also enjoyed a movie and I accidentally swallowed a lot of my tea leaves. It left some unpleasant residue in my mouth. I will have to be careful to sip my tea more delicately next time.
After our movie, we put the cups face down on the saucers and spun them around three times. I pulled out my book that has a fairly good glossary of interpretations and tried to divine what images I could in the cup.
From what I could tell, there was still liquid in the bottom of my cup, which my book said meant tears. I do not know what these tears mean, but maybe I will find out in time? I also saw an image of a dog. I was not too surprised by this, since I recently found out one of my animal totems is a dog, and I wondered if it referred to this recent find. Also in the cup was a maple leaf. When I turned to my book for an interpretation, I found four. It seems as if a lot of symbols in this book have multiple interpretations. I’m not too clear on which interpretation is correct, but I believe it has something to do with new beginnings. Time will tell.
The cup of my friend was odd indeed. After looking at diagrams of cups in my book, it turned out that the symbol of a rabbit was in the part of the cup that represented the past. This also had many meanings, and my friend was not sure which was the correct one. They were all good meanings, but the fact that this symbol was in the past made me curious. The symbol on the future side of the cup was that of a goblin. Goblin was not in the glossary, however, so naturally we turned to the internet for some help. I don’t believe the internet did much good though. The goblin was cackling, and reminded me very much of the goblins in the movie ‘Labyrinth.’ I knew that goblin represented mischief and cunning, and many sites confirmed that. It seemed a warning to my friend to look out for mischief, though it did not seem to give any clue what one is supposed to do when one finds this mischief.
It seems that with tea leaf reading, I will have to practice more and keep detailed notes to see what comes up over time. As for something else that struck my fancy this week, I wondered what kind of witch I am. I’ve been reading this book called The Witch’s Bag of Tricks by Melanie Marquis, and she encourages the readers of this book to discover how they work magick the best and to discover what kind of witch they are. I am a midwestern witch, as is the title of this blog, but is that all I am?
One of my closest friends is a disney witch. Now, some may laugh at this, but I don’t. Her power resonates in her singing and in the sense of wonder and magick that the disney movies brought to her as a child and bring to her now. It makes sense that she is a disney witch, and it is the unique way that she chooses to practice. Many a time she has cured my ailments by singing a disney song.
So, while wondering where my power resides, I look back into my childhood. Sure, disney movies were a big thing when I was little, but when I think about my childhood and growing up, what has stuck with me and given me wonder was the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. I grew up listening to my father read those books to my family when I was a child. In many ways, as the story progressed and the characters grew, so did I. I believed in magick then as a child, thinking one day I would get my letter to Hogwarts when I turned eleven. I did not receive my letter when I turned eleven, but that did not stop me from believing in the power of magick.
So, when thinking back on my childhood when I believed anything and everything was possible, memories of sitting in the living room listening to my father read Harry Potter come into my head. A true Hufflepuff through and through, I now wonder what I can do to bring this personal touch into my magick and make it my own. Such are my thoughts for this week, and I hope I have encouraged you, dear reader, to think on what makes you special, be it in magickal or mundane affairs. Each of us is unique and different, and the Goddess and God made us that way on purpose. The world would be dull otherwise I am sure.
Blessed Be
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