Wanderlust of the Nameless Witch

danielle dulsky the house of twigs verses of the wild witch

Permit me, those with raised brows who suck their teeth at recklessness, to invoke my inner temptress tonight. Just for the few hours between dusk and the Witching Hour, I will wear my gaudiest gown and be besieged by a wicked wanderlust so great my feet may never again find solid ground. I have taken up my roots, you see. This late Winter’s storm has spawned an unruliness in me that demands to be seen and heard; it has ripped through every responsibility and well-managed account, leaving naught more than a heap of shredded paper and burned-to-ash regrets.

This priestess has red lips and full hips. I am ancient glamour and cunning style. My bags are packed, and I have left no note behind. Now begins the long night of the wondrous wanderer, and I am letting no sense of cosmic destiny lead me. I have taken to the road with no grand plans and no metrics for success. I am without ambition. I am without a quantifiable measurement for an acceptable level of freedom. I am without any strategic magick. My Book of Shadows is collecting dust on my shelf, and I need no heavy, time-worn recipes for my Craft. I am a living love spell for the haunted woman. I am a moving benediction and a body-prayer whispered so quietly that only the darkest Goddess can hear the longing of my siren’s slow-beating heart-drum.

danielle dulsky the house of twigs verses of the wild witch

I am the Witch who wanders without being hunted, and my traveling clothes are made of sequined lace and crafted by Lucifer’s grey-winged handmaidens. I have left behind every name I have ever been called. I remember nothing, but they will remember me. From this hour forward until my soul moves to higher ground, I pledge my whole heart to the lustful dancers and the soulful lovers. My gaze will touch them like the great Mystery touches the hearts of the dying, and they will wed my wild and wanton spirit with only a momentary glance. They will bid me to consume them like the warm ether consumes us all after our final exhale, but my loyalties lie elsewhere.

danielle dulsky the house of twigs verses of the wild witch

 

In a whirl of red gauze and freckled skin, I will be gone, leaving a thick musk of vetiver oil and roses hanging a space left colder for having known my presence. I am the ghost of every great lover who died in a state of unrequited longing and impassioned anguish, now doomed to wander the rain-damp, fog-cloaked streets and enchant all who cross my path with a dark, empowered joy. I am subtle, erotic touch embodied, and I am the detested shadow of the too-bright, too-clean woman.

I have left my ordered life behind, just for these few hours, to satisfy a soul-deep yearning for placelessness and anonymity. Do not remind me of who I will be tomorrow. Tonight, I am a solitary orb of ruby light, and I will do as I please.

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Danielle is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. The author of Woman Most Wild and The Holy Wild., she teaches internationally and has facilitated circles, embodiment trainings, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School, the lead teacher for the Flame-Tender Teacher Training, and believes in the emerging power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists in healing our ailing world. As an Irish-American, Danielle’s witchcraft is deeply rooted in Celtic philosophy and Irish mythology. She believes fervently in the role of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting white-body supremacy and environmental unconsciousness, is committed to centering the voices and teachings of POC and LGBTQIA+ folks in her work as founder of Living Mandala, LLC and The Hag School and supports organizations and initiatives that do the same. Parent to two beloved wildlings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, and intentional awe. Find her praying under pine trees, wandering through the haunted places, and whispering to her grandmothers’ ghosts.
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Danielle is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. The author of Woman Most Wild and The Holy Wild., she teaches internationally and has facilitated circles, embodiment trainings, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School, the lead teacher for the Flame-Tender Teacher Training, and believes in the emerging power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists in healing our ailing world. As an Irish-American, Danielle’s witchcraft is deeply rooted in Celtic philosophy and Irish mythology. She believes fervently in the role of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting white-body supremacy and environmental unconsciousness, is committed to centering the voices and teachings of POC and LGBTQIA+ folks in her work as founder of Living Mandala, LLC and The Hag School and supports organizations and initiatives that do the same. Parent to two beloved wildlings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, and intentional awe. Find her praying under pine trees, wandering through the haunted places, and whispering to her grandmothers’ ghosts.

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