Courtesy of Lieven, the newest model, Gran.
My Gran is definitely not a man, but the most feminine of women, a personification of the Mother, a breathing testament to love. A selfless love for all living things, whether teeny-tiny or quite large. The champion of the underdog and companion to an ubercat, the tenderest of merry witches, complete with hat and broom. […]
She’s wild I tell you She sports the blood of a witch She’s wild I tell you She sports the mouth of a bitch She’s wild I tell you She charms the men to her bed She’s wild I tell you She talks with the dead She’s wild I tell you She rides on the […]
I try to walk at least a mile in nature each day. In the warm months, I walk at the beginning or the end of the day. This is an intimate ritual for me, a quiet time of meditation and reflection. While walking and thinking~ my life and the people in it begin to make […]
Tis not easy being a witch So many want you to scratch their itch Woe is me, for I work nights Riding my broom at lofty heights Women all want a love true spell Men tell me I’ll go to hell Herbs and magick, one two three It’s not that easy to be me Dashing […]
The crone’s door is open Night and Day The crone’s heart is open All the way Oak tree legs and mossy hair Fat soft arms that hug with care She dances deep within the night She sings and conjures till the light Silver charms upon her weeping tree Roots and tinctures all for thee The […]
The merry ole crone is out for the day Broom propped “straw up” while she is away. Her skirts are cotton, she smells of a rose. By her violet door, herbs and flowers now grow. Sage and Rosemary sizzle there in the sun The labors of summer, yet to be done In her heart, she […]
Here it comes, let go of the night Choose a fresh path, welcome the light Smile in the sun, give it a go Bless all the weeds For they too must grow I am a witch as common as mud I know of your secrets They run through your blood You’ll never fool me Not […]
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 […]
Heed it well! The Law of Return: Ever mind The Rule of Three, Three times thine acts return to thee. This lesson well, thou moste learn, Thou only gets what thou dost earn!
We have many choices in life, we don’t think about this often, but, we truly do. From the moment we roll from bed, there are choices; diminutive details of our lives are all about our own choices, but, we fail to claim this as a truth, we fail to take personal responsibility and ownership of […]
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 […]
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 […]
I call myself a witch, and you can call me that as well if you like. We all call ourselves “something,” don’t we? Labels are important little trinkets to enjoy for a lifetime or two. I’ll tell you right up front, I am not bothered if you find me superstitious or ignorant, and I don’t […]
Marry the frost curled tight in the hollow bottom of the winter birch. Moss cushioned in the crackling dead leaves, bracken and grass. Warm in the brown greeny circle. Safe in the wooden heart of the tree. Goddess protected wild and free untouchable inviolate 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, […]
Bring to me a bountiful bouquet of your sparkling golden light Bless my withered garden, with Sage, Thyme and Eyebright Fill my heart with heat, so that my passion knows no end Teach to me the ways of warmth, that my love may freely bend Set me high upon your inspiration peak Charm my words […]
There is the brewing, the bending, the fire There is the healing, the work, the desire There is the dancing, the shine of the moon There is the planting, the sun of the noon There is the study, the branch, leaf and tree There is the hunger to set the soul free There is the fruit, the […]
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 […]
I am a witch and I believe in magic. This is at the heart of my being. What does it mean? When Sheila invited me to write with her on here, I was excited but cautious. Many years ago I had defined myself as a solitary witch. Since then I have happily walked my own […]
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 […]
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.
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. […]
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” […]