The Wheel continues to turn as Yule begins to pass. The old year gone and the new one already underway and perhaps, as to be..
“She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” ― A.A. Milne, “Because the birdsong might be..
Darkness pushes against the glass and the wind wails in the eaves, making the panes rattle. The night beckons. It calls to something inside of..
“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..
My fingers slip on the wheel of the lighter as I light the second and last candle and it feels like sandpaper to my already..
Grounding to Connect With Nature Spirits As a green witch, feeling a connection to the natural energy of the earth is essential. It is a..
I love the woods at this time, the tail end of autumn when the world, or at least the northern part, is readying itself for..

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