Season of the Witch

Dear Reader,

A couple of posts ago, I said that I would be uploading regularly in February. I will; I promise. These first two weeks will be a little busy for me because I am still in the middle of PhD applications. I will likely only post once per week in these two weeks. But, to begin, I thought I’d just keep in touch. Oooh, a mysterious paper just fell across the room. I am not sure what days I’ll be uploading, but I will do 1-2x per week in the future.

Let’s then, have a story:


The other day, I was eating an early dinner with my mom; I had just walked and fed the dog. We needed forks to feed ourselves, and our bossy-boots of a shitzu was complaining that we were not sharing. If royalty were a dog, it would be a shitzu. Except, I love my Misha a lot more than I do Prince Harry. In any case, Misha was begging at the table and I was trying to get a fork so I could stab my way into delicious ecstasy via roasted peppers and homemade burgers. As I was grabbing the forks, I kept slapping my hand on the open microwave door. You should also know, I am a serial door-open leaver. I am tall, and I have the most to lose from this, but I always leave cupboards/doors/drawers open. Soz. Although, I am the one who is always cleaning and putting things away, so it’s not like I’m oblivious. So, the microwave door was slapping my hand down, and I dropped two forks on the floor. I went to go eat, and then we needed another fork. My mom asked me to get her one, when I was up at the fridge. As I was turning to walk back, the fork flew out of my hand, landing across the kitchen. At that point, I was at a loss. My mom chimes in:

‘Who’s coming to visit you?’
‘What?’ I asked.
‘When you drop a fork, and you’ve dropped three, it means someone is coming to visit you.’
‘No one that I can think of.’ I said, certain.

We finished eating, and I looked at my phone. To my surprise I see:

Harsha 1

My best friend has done this once before. But it’s a rare occasion because I moved home recently, and he moved home from Detroit just a little while ago. He was doing his MSc (forgive me if that’s incorrect). A lot of our friends are dispersed internationally. Another best friend is in the UK doing Medicine and another in Ottawa studying maths and French. So, I don’t usually expect visitors without advance warning.

Harsha 2

ps He was stopped when he sent the messages. 🙂

And so, it appears that I am magical. My best friend and I went to get coffee, and I now have a reputation for the magics. I will be going to Hogwarts soon, friends. I also have really big-hearted friends; that’s quite magical in itself. I’m pretty sure that was the whole message behind JKR’s books–enduring friendship.

Prepare yourself for this:

Also, how great is it that Starbucks brought out coconut milk for their coffees? I can’t afford daily cappuccinos or even regular coffee out, but as a treat. I’m glad that they didn’t use Almond milk. I think coconut milk or a combination of the two tastes much better in teas and coffees than Almond milk alone, which is good in cereals or made to taste like chocolate. Alas, dear world, I am happy that I live in an age with dairy alternatives (a lot of privilege there). I have a tummy ache, atm. #dairyfreebynecessity

Keep being kind, dearest reader.

~~Updates, it’s update time!~~

Best coffee: Lavazza (the red one). It smells like childhood.
Reading updates: I’ve read academic things and some articles online. If you guys don’t know what’s going on in Flint, MI, read up about it. I plan to get back into Dumas a little later in the month.
Yoga Updates: Yoga will commence next week or the following; 2-3x per week. I’m excited for the warming weather because I’ll be able to do it outside. But because of the mild weather, I can guarantee the bug population will be quite high this year. Yoga to the scent of citronella, yum.
PhD Application updates: I’m getting there 🙂
Other updates: I get random tummy aches because my digestive system can’t handle dairy or soy or undercooked eggs.

Let me know how you’re doing in the comments!


Hope you’ve been so well. Xx

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Life Comes in Threes

They say that things happens in threes. I’ve not counted my life experiences yet, but I am wondering if I should start. I often tilt at the ledge of superstition, and I believe this has more to do with the family traditions that fell through the cracks of loss and destruction that came with WWII. My mom’s family, Polish, came to Canada in the late fifties. There weren’t many of them. My grandmother, her mother (my great-grandmother). My grandfather, his brother chose to go to the US to serve in the Army because he was so grateful for the American liberation. Well, when I grew up, I only had my babcha, great-grandmother, until I was about the age of three–she was ninety-six and lived in a world much different to mine–she lived through two world wars, economic depression, and cold winters that did not involve Canada Goose coats. My dziadek, grandfather, died three days after my birth.

So, although my family was quite religious, I did not inherit their need and love for it. Instead, I inherited their spirituality. My dziadek was a great man. I inherited the belief in his ever-lasting love for my mother and, also, for me. The belief in enduring love is something that defines my religion. So, enshrined in a sort of independent religiousness, I’ve been superstitious in weird ways. I knock on wood. I fear breaking mirrors. I believe that a Baba Yaga lives under our stairs–this is a belief I’ve held from childhood. I saw her there, in tattered rags, waiting to clutch at my feet as I ran from the dark basement to the light. Indeed, my ideas about the Baba Yaga were deeply informed by the children’s book, Heckedy Peg by Audrey Wood.


Heckedy Peg by Audrey Wood and illustrated by Don Wood.

The Baba Yaga is a witch from slavic folklore. When I was younger, I was terrified of her. But, as I grew older, I came to change my feelings. Perhaps, because my ideas about women have changed since I was little. Usually old women, aka witches, are the ones we fear in fairy stories. Old and woman put together entangles a complicated web of ideas about age, the value of women, and their combined negative value as they age. I like to live near forests because I think the Baba Yaga is there to protect me now. I’ve learnt about the bad and scary things, and now it is time to be protected.

I suppose this is in a loose sense, because I have made my laptop unusable and now my phone has decided that holding a charge is not something it wishes to do. So, there are two not so good things. And, even though it is a massive inconvenience, I am clinging to this belief that there is something good in the world, just waiting to catch.

There are moments when I feel trapped, but I also recognize the deep, tangible goodness in my life. I think that when you can recognize the warmth and kindness of a person and pet, you feel like a small seed ready to grow, even when the Baba Yaga clutches at your pattering youthful feet. Run towards the light, dear friends, for you’ll meet the Baba Yaga there–she will still be old and decrepit, but she is full of a life you dismissed before out of fear. Nurture that. Nurture that, indeed.


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Life comes in threes, as Oedipus reminds us in his answer to the Sphinx’s question: “What walks on four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon and three at night?” Oedipus answered: “Man: as an infant, he crawls on all fours; as an adult, he walks on two legs and; in old age, he uses a ‘walking’ stick”. Oedipus was the first to answer the riddle correctly and, having heard Oedipus’ answer, the Sphinx allowed him to carry on forward.

And, so we carry on forward.


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