I Waited Until 45 To Call Myself A Witch (When Magic Did Not Exist, I Felt Alone)
BY WENDY KONZELMANN I was 45 years old before I began applying the title of witch to myself. Not because I didn’t feel…
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When Women Age
BY VENNIE KOCSIS When women age We become Crones, Silver witches who have Learned to carry lines on our eyes, Grooves in our…
Wild Woman — How Do You Help Others If You Don’t Heal Yourself?
BY IVY LAINE Last summer, on our final hike of the year to our favorite spot, the Goddess spoke to me. The visions…
Owning The Crone: 3 Ways To Embrace & Celebrate Your Power
Do you fight the stripe? You know what I mean – the stripe of silver strands that started to emerge at your temples and along the part of your hair at a certain point in time.
Howl For Me Wolf Woman — Substance & The Visible Feminine: Selfie Culture & The Crone’s Perspective
Anyway, if provocative selfies annoy you to the degree yoga selfies annoy me, I can honestly say I feel your pain. That said, both of us can choose to not look, just like the women in the photographs chose to take them, and that is some real, majestic truth right there.
Triple Goddess Power: Authenticity, Unconditional Love & No Longer Giving A Shit What Others Think
The Crone is the seat of intuition and a wise woman. She is no longer run by the cycles of her hormones. She has a lifetime of knowledge and intuition and has figured out the flow of life.
Off With Her Head: The Dangerous, Divine Feminine Responds
She spins trickster tales, fool stories, & her own particular color of moonlight. She brings on meteor showers & watches the sun slipping into sight again.
Give Me the Words: A Bardic Rhapsody Of Winter Feasts
Let me be that tree, so that the scent of pine will remind the world that someone must have meant it. I will be a singing sentinel, and that which breathes life into death. The raven has no part with the pine, nor the blackthorn with the dove.
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.
Winter Solstice & Yuletide Medicine For The Rootless Witch
These are the holy days of the Winter Witch, and we are effectively birthing a whole world into being; this weighted work demands we rest when we can, my sister.