Reassessing what we thought we knew through the lens of our experience is the bread and butter of witchcraft. Our paths are ever ongoing, they..
“Your growing antlers,’ Bambi continued, ‘are proof of your intimate place in the forest, for of all the things that live and grow only the..
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow..
This garden and every living and dead thing within it. The earth, the grass, the trees, the soil, all alive and filled with spirit and..
The deep, dark wild woods, mysterious and magical, have an almost mythic status amongst Pagans. Indeed there is something so alluring about losing oneself beneath..
Finding a teacher, a witch to share her knowledge, isn’t an easy thing to do. Wouldn’t it be lovely to find an old crone to..
Is it a cliche if I were to tell you that you will indeed face fear on your path? It might, I concede, but like..
”The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.” ~ S.Brown “The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul..
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” ~ audre lorde As I write this I’m..
‘A violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star When only one is shining in the sky’ ~William Wordsworth..
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