The first baby steps of all life might well have died an infant’s death were it not for out Mistress Moon to stir the cauldron with her spoon. For a mere stagnant pool of slime would not have stood the test of time. Only her tireless devotion is what set the wheels in motion. The soothing […]
Oh my blackened cauldron popping, sparking bright! The wheel of the year has turned upon this Samhain night Witches dancing merrily, singing ‘round the hill The earth is growing tired, our shelves are at their fill Grateful for the harvest, sweet souls are welcomed here Incense, smoke, and candles, laughter, bread and cheer!
The Naked Crone Knows too much Cares and Cannot care A cape of fog Dropped in delight She leaps naked~above and below Licking the flames Bells on her fingers and toes Cauldron Bellied Star Eyed Warm wand hands Fired up Twisting, bending Glowing, knowing, teaching learning and growing~
I am calling from the hill Feel me now, and feel me real Take my hand and come my way Know my heart by night and day Save your body and save your soul Save yourself, so you’ll grow old Feel Her rain and feel Her heat In your head and in your feet Feel […]
Many witches that I have known practice their craft alone. Many of us solitary practitioners live in isolated areas. This would stand to reason, all of us are united in one very powerful way, we adore, admire, embrace, and cherish the abundant gifts of nature. Personally, Poppa and I live on a high hill, I call it a mountain, […]