I have lived in my tree-house for over three and a half years now. When I first moved in, I cleansed my rooms, blessed them and cast protections. If those protections were not strong, they were sufficient for the magick that I was capable of at the time. At that time my relationships with my Patrons were about as much protection as I needed, as my magick was not truly strong enough to draw attention from anyone with whom I did not have a strong relationship.
It took me one year and three moves to find my tree-house. Since moving in, my home has supported me, comforted me and sheltered me. It has kept me warm and safe. It provides me with light and beauty and the quiet solitude that I find necessary to do my work. It nurtures my life, my work, my heart and my soul. It is the place I sleep, dream, write, make love, share tea with my friends and family and cast magick, worship my Gods, honor my Ancestors and my Allies. It is the home I return to at the end of every day, and the place where my Pwca lives day in and day out. It is that place of safety and strength from which I venture forth into this world and into the Otherworlds.
During the past three years my magick has grow and at one point it became bright enough, strong enough to draw interest from “others”. Pwca was reacting to the presence of other energy with a great deal of agitation, not a good thing in a familiar who is magickal and wild by nature. So I decided that we needed to cast new protective spells in order to keep out what was disruptive to us and our peaceful cohabitation. I included Pwca in the casting because he lives here and he has his own magick.
But something unexpected happened. The spell was transformed. It was made into something more elegant, lovelier. Instead of simply providing protection, the magick lifts glamours and facilitates truth and healing. This was not even in my thoughts although, my heart would have held these intentions had my mind thought of them. I believe that it was the Spirit of the tree-house who affected the spells.
Ysbryd is a Welsh word for spirit. It is the name I use for the Spirit of my home. I have been working to strengthen my relationship to Ysbryd. I have a small altar on a corner of the kitchen counter where I make offerings of thanks and love to Ysbryd. I greet her and light a small candle. I burn incense and offer my thanks for all that she does for me and Pwca. I place a small vase of flowers or a cup of tea and ask for her continued care and magick. And I sing for her and then listen to hear what she might have to say to me.
I give thanks for Ysbryd and for her influence on my life and for her care of my beautiful home.