About Jenya T. Beachy

Jenya T. Beachy has been walking the Twisted Path of spiritual seeking for most of her life.  She is the originator of the Shapeshifter line of Anderson Feri tradition Witchcraft and for many years, she’s led classes, retreats, and workshops locally and across the country on Tarot, Practical Magick, Ritual Skills, Personal Empowerment, Shadow Work, Ancestor Connection and much more.  Now the core principles of self-sufficiency, curiosity and creativity so long present in her magick have found expression in homemade chutney and hand-killed meat. She makes her home in the mountains above the ocean in California with her beloved husband, a passel of animals and many, many jars. Find out more at her website:  www.jenyatbeachy.com or join the conversation on FB at the Urban Pagan Homestead group. 

Is It Really Just About God and Goddess?

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Is the love story between the Goddess and God the only story there is? Jenya writes on the Biggest Love. [Read more...]

Wheel of the Year~Autumn Equinox at the Homestead

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““My Lord, I hear the sounds of the successful Hunt and I feel the rightness of Death. All things, all beings, must leave this life, and their falling is as glorious as their rising.” “Lady, you speak wisdom. Death feeds Life feeds Death, and so it shall always be. Now the days grow short, and there is still much to be done. I look forward to the time when I will rest in your arms.” Jenya writes on the beginning of the end… [Read more...]

Slaughtering Chickens

“Slaughtering chickens isn’t easy. It’s simple, but not easy.” Jenya writes on the process and poetry of hand-killed meat. [Read more...]

Chicken and Truth Sandwich

"One of each, please!"

“There is a continuum of non-harming when it comes to having chicken products in our lives, whether we are meat eaters or not.” Jenya spills the beans (or seeds, whatever) on raising chickens for food. [Read more...]

Eggs by Ostara

A Fluffy Pile of Babies

“The layers are all at the end of their laying days. It’s about 6 months from day-old chick to the first egg laid, so we need to get started now to stay on track.” Jenya shares about the past and the future of the Chickens of the Holler… [Read more...]

Everything Out There is In Here Too

Light at the End of the Tunnel

All of these things are *out there* and also *in here*. Every problem I see in the world, I see in myself. It’s tempting to turn toward my “personal work” and stare at my bellybutton until I don’t find any of those aspects in me anymore, but meanwhile, the problems go on in the outside world. [Read more...]

Homemade Hummus and a Warm Welcome Home

California Hummus with a California Apple, California Queso Cotija (and some pretzels)

I just returned from my 3 week trip to the UK and Ireland on Saturday night and, while it was wonderful to go adventuring, I’m really happy to be home. There are a lot of food related differences between here and there.  What we call french fries are there called “chips” and what we call [Read More...]

the Traveling Homestead #1

a community garden beside the ancient wall In York

There is so much to do and see in this wondrous world! So many different kinds of beauty are quietly existing for their own sweet sakes, and sometimes we are just in the right frame of mind to really immerse ourselves. The simplest thing is fascinating when it is unfamiliar. [Read more...]

Away from the Homestead with Technical Challenges

I am currently away from the homestead.  Having some minor technìcal challenges, so for the next couple of weeks I will be posting sporadically.  Thanks for your patience! [Read more...]

Your life isn’t made of what you are hurrying toward…

a tiny portion of a huge blessing

I have a big, fat, awesome trip to the UK beginning tomorrow and I’ve been full of planning and worrying and preemptive homesickness. My daughter’s been at Oxford for a month now and I’ll be meeting up with her at my student’s home in Sheffield for a few days of fun and juju before traipsing off to sample a whole wide assortment of across-the-pond goodness. I’m going to miss my beloved husband, my dogs, my chickens and trees. My dirt.

And all that thinking/feeling is landing me squarely in The Future. [Read more...]


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