Vitamin W: A Blessing Moon Remedy

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You won’t find it in any sweet, coated capsule or pricey elixir. It can’t be grown in even the most manicured garden, and I daresay that the wisest among us has never learned to harvest it even in the most fertile, misty valley where our ancestors’ ghosts still roam. If I could brew it for you in my hag’s kitchen, I would. If I could beg the old Crone in the forest to humor me and grant us the recipe, I would be knocking on her door by moonrise. As it is, we’re going to have to go digging deep into our own guts to find its source.

Your skin has gone gaunt, dearest, and you have that long-stare about your eyes. There is a dimness about you I’ve not seen before. I miss the fullness of your cheeks, and I wonder if you’ve become overly deficient. There’s nothing sadder than a woman gone sour on her magick, and there’s no greater nourishment than the hearty infusion of Vitamin Witch; without it, your bones dry out and your blood runs thick. The juice-well of your sacrum gets low, and your heart-drum quickens like a lost creature’s frantic and futile footsteps.

I’m not telling you to meet me at the stone circle and toss your shame to the wind; not today. I’m not telling you to sit on the ground and bleed to bless the Mother; there’s a time for that, after all, but you haven’t sufficient strength. My hope, my love, is that you will take good care of yourself tonight and sip from your own home brew. Look inward for the thirsty places before searching outward for an easy remedy. Put your attention where it is most needed. Sit and be. Turn your back on your library for now, and sink your teeth into some sweet corn and grainy bread. You have sufficient stores inside the hollows of your ribcage, a plentiful bounty of nourishing memories, know-how, and hope. Open these too-dusty lids and turn the barrels over. Be present in grace and gratitude for all that you are, even during this high-pressure time of the Great Swell, and let the heavily infused carrier-oils spill into the dank places where routine and obligation have cracked through the bone and sucked at the marrow.

Vitamin W will feed your blood and wet your sallow but still soft skin. Vitamin W is generated and sustained by every knowing gaze into the dark, every spoken and honest thank you, and every well-cast charm. Vitamin W rides down on the moonlight and blesses the Mother Oaks, but you need not stand skyclad with blade raised to feel the rush. Take solace in a quiet morning moment spent whispering to green and growing things. Spend a lunch break barefoot, and savor a meal cooked with earnest skill and much love. Replenish all that leaves you warm and wild, and bid the color return to your once-bountiful but still beauteous flesh.

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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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