I am the woman dancing down the edge of consciousness overlooking the precipice of the future poised before the mystery of my tomorrow. Weaving with my motion the fabric of the day to come. Illumination of the night created by the momentary sparking of my Being as I harpily invoke the dawn.
The Virgin, The Mother, The Crone It has been said that the life of a woman (and some special men) is divided into three phases. The youthful years of the tender virgin, the reproductive or sexually potent years of the mother/matron, and the wise years of the crone. This witch considers all to be equally magickal, […]