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Dandelion Seeds: Toad Blessings

Dandelion Seeds: Toad Blessings

Last updated on: May 18, 2016 at 4:49 pm by Guest Contributor

Dandelion Seeds: Toad Blessings 2016-05-18T16:49:15-04:00 Guest Contributor

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[Author’s Note: I’ve got a terrible sinus infection this week so this is a reprint from my old blog, back when I was a farm manager. It all holds true as the day I wrote it.]

There was a toad in the garden today. It was invisible until it moved, and the subtle lines and spots of genetic design came through. I smiled.

(Actually, this one’s a frog) / Raw2Jpeg / pixabay.com

Toads are the representatives of Bad Things. Princes get turned into them. They are the familiars of dark witches, representatives of death, weirdness, and not at all fuzzy or cute. Toads hang out with snakes in the back end of the cute pile wandering along with hairless cats and beetles. So I saw this toad and I thought about all that. Stepping carefully so as to avoid disturbing it any more than I already had, I picked up my hoe and kept making holes for transplanting cucumbers plants.

In northeastern Europe the toad is associated with the witch goddess Ragana. The height of her power comes at midsummer. She is said to call young men into the forest, seducing them and then sucking their life force from them. She sounds like quite the cougar to me. I laugh, and yet I don’t. Do I read this as another example of fear of the powerful older woman? Certainly we have plenty of examples in various Disney villains. There’s Ursula, the only fat girl in the entire Disney pantheon, the Wicked Stepmother (does she even get a name?) and my personal favorite, Maleficent. She was always my favorite villain, even before the remake. I watched that movie as a kid just so I could see her in all her fabulous, dark glory. If only my hands could ever be half as elegant as hers. Older women are either wise or evil or possibly and most terrifyingly: both.

I have tiny crows feet at the corner of my eyes and a permanent frown line from reading too intently for too long. These days I have more in common with the villains than I do with the heroes. Am I breaking this down too far? Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes a witch is just a bitch.

Nah.

a painted animal skull

Photo by Melissa Hill

I don’t think so. Neither do the spirits I work with. In the past couple of years I’ve acquired a new hobby: vulture culture. That’s where you collect the bones of dead things. It’s been a really powerful and fun way for me to connect with the land of the dead. It has become a devotional practice for looking at the darker side of life. For a priestess of light and rainbows it’s been a little weird. There are nasty smells and rotten flesh. There’s the details of how to de-flesh (yep. That’s the technical term.) and cleaning a dead thing’s teeth carefully with a dedicated tooth brush. The bones themselves are quite beautiful and I’ve enjoyed adorning them. Really, it started with my cat. My dead cat. He died because he had a heart murmur. His twin had died a couple of years before that. They had matching but opposite stripe-y spots with white fur. I buried him in the back yard and my husband built a cairn. We would give him offerings. It was good.

Then we moved. Our house went into foreclosure as we got sucked under in the tidal wave of the housing bubble. My dead cat got left behind with the empty house and the sagging porch we could never afford to fix. So being the Druid that I am, I went on a mission to get him back. I dug up the shoebox feeling like a grave robber and a trespasser on land that had been mine. I found his skull with a thrill of truly Celtic delight. The Celts loved their skulls.

I took him home. I cleaned him up and made him a nice little wooden plaque to hang on.

I am that creepy old witch.

What does it matter if I have a fondness for a sustainable, eco-friendly material that no one else wants or cares about? I think this is what happens when the princess grows up and discovers that life doesn’t end when the fairy tale ends. She gets slowly older, hopefully stronger. Life doesn’t give us happy endings. There is no guarantee. But I saw a toad in the garden today and he and I were unafraid of what was to come.

(But maybe I should have been afraid. I feel now like this post was prophetic. Written the summer before my life was to drastically change. I was to lose two primary partners, their kids, their dog, my home and my work all in one fell swoop. It’s been a backwards blessing. That’s for sure.)

another painted skull

Photo by Melissa Hill

Toad blessings are the backwards blessings, the things you didn’t expect to turn out. The ending that was painful but taught you something, the beginning that was like pulling thorns from skin. Toad blessings are real, and dark, and gritty. They’re scary. Most of us run from them if we can. I know I’ve run from toad blessings a couple of times. More than once they’ve made me cry. But if you can find the gift in that curse than you’ve found the power of the witch.

(Oh, I cried a river of tears, like a princess in a tower. My health took a dive too. I also learned how to take apart an engine and put it back so it worked again. I broke myself of my fear of driving. I traveled through the mountains with my kids and showed them our country. I’m dedicating myself to my art and my writing. A year and a half ago I ended the post by saying, “I’ll take it. How ‘bout you?” I will take it. I will take that pain and transform it in the fire of my will. I took it. Would you? How have you?)

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