Monthly Archives: August 2014

You tell me that the beginning of herbs goes back to ages we cannot picture.  So it is with the gathering and the charms.  There was a day when the Lady let Her servants know of Her presence. They say … Continue reading →

Late August… the fields are full of Summer still (in the words of the poet), but this time around, the waning of the year draws implacably onward with bracingly cool evenings.  Daytime sunshine can still be torrid, however.  The time … Continue reading →

In this time of prayer and vigil, one of the Great Teachers comes to me.  Her bony fingers and Her totem, the “jar of seed with scent that lingers,” brings me comfort … while to other mortals who would flee … Continue reading →

Feeling the brush of the great dark Wings this morning… shedding tears, cherishing memories, praying to the Old Ones who know my heart… the Mighty One draws near for one I love. The Witch’s Farewell The Mighty One approaches, yet … Continue reading →

  A topic I have not yet broached in these pages is the interweaving in my personal life and practice between the Tradition of Faery Witchcraft and the ecstatic visionary movement known as Radical Faerie.  Officially “called”–for it was summoned … Continue reading →

Blessed is she who’ll teach the Art All in the Lady’s name, But should I ever take one penny I’ll die in wretched shame. —Gwydion Pendderwen, The Witch’s Calumny Traditional Witchcraft is not a business.  Charging for the work of … Continue reading →

***TO THE MUSE*** Eternal Mother of the Silver Wheel Under the glory of Your milky way, Night covers all as frogs and crickets pray In holy convocation as I kneel. Counting each hazel bead my lips entone Enchanted runes and … Continue reading →