I love cats, obviously. I do have them tattooed onto my body after all. So it shouldn’t be surprising that, as a witch, I work more closely with feline deities (especially Egyptian) than any other. When I work with deities at all.
I’ve been gathering information on the feline deities of Egypt for quite some time, and the amount of information in my notes is getting to be alarming. So I thought I may as well make a book out of it. I’d like to have each chapter dedicated to one deity, informing on their particular name(s), what went into their worship, their relations to other deities, nicknames they were given, city centers of worship, what they were appealed to for by the priests and priestesses, and modern ways to incorporate them into ritual. I also want to display a family tree with all the Egyptian deities in the very beginning of the book. I feel like there should be some kind of epilogue, but I’m not sure what I would include there. If anyone has any ideas or thoughts, feel free to comment.
And don’t worry, this doesn’t mean that The Cabin My Grandmother Left Me is being put on the back burner, I will continue to work on that diligently. Definitely more than I have been recently. I’m almost done with chapter 4 though, and here is a lovely excerpt to give you all a taste:
I always thought it was a romantic story. When my grandparents were newlyweds and looking for a place to settle down, their car broke down in Darien, Georgia. They had to call a taxi to pick them up and bring them to a hotel, it was a whole fiasco. But. But, they were so impressed with the service at the hotel, it helped turn their entire night around. The next day while the car was getting fixed, they strolled arm-in-arm through town, read the signs, went to a museum, visited a couple shops. When my grandmother said, “I don’t think I want to leave this place.” My grandfather surprised her by saying “Well then why don’t we stay.” And that was that. They rented an apartment, had their things brought down, walked around different parts of town almost every day. They would sit by the ocean and have lunch some days, and others they would go for a boat ride on the river. Grandmother pointed out a small island and said, “Wouldn’t it be grand to live on an island like that someday? Just the two of us?” My grandfather just nodded his head, but the idea took root.
After he started working in construction and got a feel for it, he started his own construction business. The economy took a downturn for a while, but he muddled through and emerged slightly worse for wear from it, unlike the company he used to work for. They went out of business. He felt a bit bad for that, but that meant he didn’t have much competition in the area. He was soon making quite a bit of money, because everyone not only had to go to him, but they wanted to. He had fair prices, he was an honorable man with a great crew. He made many friends in the area, and soon everything aligned for the moment he’d been waiting for. He bought the island his wife had pointed out over 5 years ago without telling her and started construction. She had no idea what was going on. He raided her little box with ideas for the house and brought her dream to life.
On their 7th anniversary he told her he had a surprise for her, so she had to put on a blindfold. He led her to the car, drove to a little dock, helped her into a boat he built with his own two hands, and rowed them to the island. He told her to take off the blindfold when they got close and she could see the entire thing. She was speechless and tears rolled down her cheeks. She had no idea he’d remembered the day she pointed that place out. But it was the cabin of her dreams, the home she had envisioned for herself since she was a little girl. He docked the boat and helped her out, led her to the house, and opened the door. “Take a look around, tell me how you like it.” She started in the kitchen, lightly touching every surface as if it were a dream and might disappear. She worked her way into the dining room, with a window viewing the river around them, and the town just across the river. She always said she thought it looked like a postcard picture. This room led to the living room, a bathroom, and a staircase leading to the second level. He and his crew had built two bedrooms, a second bathroom, and a combination office and storage room. She walked through all of it. And recognized almost every bit of architectural design, every cloth pattern for bedspreads and curtains, and almost every knicknack and item throughout the house.
“John Wayne O’Connor, you went through my personal box!” She feigned indignation at the thought of him rifling through her things, but she was so pleased and so overwhelmed with everything he had done for her.
“I absolutely did darlin’, and you can get mad at me for that later, but for now…do you like the house?”
“Do I like it? That’s a silly question.” She paused for a second, letting him squirm with the suspense. “No. I don’t like it. I love it!”
The way she tells it, she threw herself into his arms and peppered him with kisses all over his face. The way mama tells it, that was the night she was conceived.
My grandparents moved again, this time permanently to the island. My grandmother started her garden, loved cooking in the kitchen, and went down to the dock or the beach to fish most days. She was happy as a clam in water. Grandaddy sold his business for a fair price, invested some of the money, and used most of the rest of it for their retirement. They lived many years on that island together, raising my mom, their baby girl Ruby.
Sadly, I never met my grandaddy, he died before I was born. It was devastating to grandmama, and it hit mom pretty hard too. Mom moved back in for a while, had me but never told either me or grandmama who the father was. After a while, she left too, but she still continued to visit and bring me. That cabin was like my second home, a playground and a castle to a kid with an imagination like me.
It’s only fitting that I come back now when I most need a little magic and home healing in my life.
I hope you all enjoyed that! Stay tuned for next week, I may include a portion of edited chapter one. Maybe. Please let me know if there’s something you want me to write about next week or if you have any comments or thoughts on my newest book idea. As always, I give credit to the photographers who took those pictures, because I sure didn’t. Until next week, I bid you adieu!