I want to thank you all for the overwhelming support of my latest book about my Grandmother and Ozark lore. I have been taken aback by the kindness sent to me during this process. Looking at my Grandmother’s life through an adult lens has been so therapeutic and revealing. There was and is a time currently when women from all backgrounds had little control over aspects of their lives. Many families turned to magickal workings passed down through time or learned the work in their current lives to try to grasp control of what wasn’t given to them. History has made it out to be devilish or menacing, but in reality, it was a need for personal freedom. My Grandmother was shy and meek if you didn’t know her. Her personal life seemed to be very centered around gaining control, and that included magic. This was amplified for her after my Grandfather passed. There were many ways that he forged paths for her to have the most freedom she had ever had in her life.
My Grandmother was denied access to spaces in this world right at the entry or peace within after being granted admission. Shortly after my Grandparents were married, my Grandmother was denied access to a place she desired to enter. The 50s and 60s were not easy places for women to navigate. When this happened, my Grandfather would swoop in and save her. She once told me these were the best years of her life because, in her mind, she felt free. This all came crashing down when my Grandfather passed. She raised some fires that seemed to catch the sky aflame. The more she was told no, the more she searched for new paths to take her where she needed to go. Her ancestral ties to Rootworking were her comfort and sanctuary. Many Bright Blessings to all that took the time to read her story.
“Tell them all about me. Let me live long after I am gone because I won’t be coming back. I am going to some planet where all the spaceships come from.” – Veda