Go To Her: Anoint Yourself With The Oil Of Witches & Remember The Medicine Of Earth
She waits there, Old Woman, stirring her pot and praying over the bones. The fire is in the hearth and the lantern in the window. She waits there.
Category: WAKING WILD
Hearticulations, A Love-Lexicon — An Excerpt From “An Uncommon Bond”
Woundmates are not to be confused with soulmates, which can also trigger shadowy material to the surface of consciousness, but are sourced in a more promising and fertile wellspring, one that fosters real growth and progress.
The Three Wise Women & The Bloody Birth: A Modern Solstice Myth For The Winter Witch
Light a fire and brew yourself some nettle tea to feed your blood. Wrap your warmest blanket around your soft body, and let me tell you of the three wise Witches.
Get Mad, Say No & Turn Your Tears Into Wild Woman Flames
I know a girl, maybe you do too that is sensitive to this world, cries four times a day, trying to flush away, the energy, people, actions, events that oppress and circumvent her joy.
Confessions Of A Pantsuit Priestess: I’m Not Your Wild Woman
We all want to be led by the voice of wisdom that lives in our bones, we all desire to engage with life using the gift of keen intuition to connect us with realities that go deeper than what the naked eye can see.
The Wolf-Woman’s Grace: A Witch’s 13th Moon Prayer
May you claim your own soulfully softened identity, and may you demand to be called by the names you have given yourself. Tell the world who you are, and those who are worthy of your company will believe you.
“Her Pleasure Was My Pleasure” — An Excerpt From “An Uncommon Bond”
Without any effort at containment, I hurtled over the back-jacks and pounced on top of her. In a soulbeat, we were undressed and writhing madly on the temple floor. The Buddha was aghast, as we attached, desired and clung our way to God.
The Witch Is Rising: An Ode To Feminine Ire
She is rising, and she is a baby born at Standing Rock. She is rising, and she is the unquestionable rights of Indigenous peoples. She is a downed fence. She is a demanded and deserved apology…
Burn It All Down & Rise: The Magic Of An Awakening Woman
Grace finally comes. Not in a peaceful, quiet hush. But in the arms of panic attacks and the inability to pretend to have it together for one more fucking second. Who knew grace would show up like that?
Modern Witch Sarah Durham Wilson Explains How Witches Could Save The Planet
Figure out what specific thing that’s killing the planet is killing you, and move towards that. Or, you know, if it’s alcoholism or homelessness or not just something environmental. Get involved in a cause that connects you to others…