~Wet Wind~


It is midnight, I raise my east window, to find that it is raining hard out there tonight. This witch’s home is filled with soft music and candle light, the dogs snore. My body is tired but my mind isn’t ready for sleep, my spirit is at peace. An alert black cat named Salem just climbed onto […]

Ostara-Spring Equinox


Bunnies and lambs frolic in the glen Sunlit earth, turned once again Shoots and buds show smiling faces Native greens now take their places Sparrows and Robins busy at their nests The forest is alive with feathery chests Warm the ground, bless the seed Give us Goddess all we need Dance and sweep Chant and […]

~The Man~ A Ghostly Valentine Tale


When she was feeling magical, she would take to her basement chamber and lock the door behind her. This was where she twirled and spun beneath his ethereal scrutiny. This was where she transformed herself from mother and wife into high priestess and daughter of the moon. There were no windows down there, the space […]

Embrace The Witch


Embrace the Witch She is real and warm Truth Her pots bubble before dawn Simple She is intimate in charming ways Bewitching/enchanting/sensual She has ripened beneath sun, wind, clouds Wise She cares for tender things Compassionate She croons the rampant babes; she holds the frail hands of the dying Vigilant She binds, bends, splits, weaves, […]

Mountain Witches


How could I be anything but a witch having grown up, and now, once again living within the green majesty of these beloved Mother Mountains?  Within these forested hills and deep, dark hollers are women who have never called themselves “witches.”   Women who have never entered the incense scented New Age Witch shop in town.  They have never worn […]

Stones, Herbs, Flowers and Sticks


I suppose offering a magickal home to all who pass through our door is this crones little “cottage” hobby.  I have been working this past year to bring as much of nature indoors as humanly possible without starting a forest fire when I light my alter candles each dawn.   Poppa and I don’t run a fussy home here. We share our […]

Midnight Brew


Tap down and gather together    all ye merry crafters   Gather the herbs and vines and hang them from the rafters Kick a boot cheerily and sway thou wicked hips Grab the wisest merry-man and kiss him on the lips Ring the bell and call the cat then spark thy candle bright Sip a witchy midnight brew on this winters night.

On Being A Witch


Words are capricious little sprites. When I say to another soul, “I am a witch” there are any number of impressions one might embrace depending upon your background, your present and past realities, your geographic location, and, your personal emotional response to the word “witch” based on your educational exposure and perhaps your religious teachings. […]

What Is A Witch, According To Gran


I was talking with Poppa last night about the word “witch.”  This is such a misunderstood word, even for one that is a witch. There are numberous meanings of this word, depending on where you look. Every time I run a search, I find a new “original” definition. I find that for this crone, embracing the word “witch” […]