• Wheel Of Year

    Lights of the Season

    The witch’s season is nye near and it is here amongst the shrill screaming hags, the pounding of the ancestor’s drums, the ghosts of the past that we feel the draw that pulls us deep into the seeing eye well.  Deep into the well and at the warm, muddy-rich bottom of it we feel the skin on our arms and legs prick up with endless knowing, with far-sighted seeing and oddly with comfort. We paint our faces like they would have with streaks of mud and scry with our own reflections, internally searching out those haunts of lives past, the ancient groves of trees and moving water from which we…

  • Patriarchy

    War

      Medicine for Woman, Medicine for Man   War.  What is good for?  Absolutely nothing.  Nothing, except fueling the machine, the RAGE machine, the destruction machine­- and I’m not talking about the beautiful dark void of the necessary type of destruction, the goddess type of destruction.  The description I am searching for is far worse than destruction or death.  It’s an annihilation, a dismemberment of human kind’s inherent goodness, of our peace cultures, of our soft and sweet imaginative boys.  Today, I watched a movie and it moved me to sobs, to tears as an empath to witness the storyline, the plot that had no happy ending.  I cried so…

  • Witch's Market Herstory

    Dare to Dream

    It came upon the midnight hour, the clarity, the what, the how to in a vivid lucid dream state chalked full of witchy powers of manifestation and dreams come true.  A vision of a community, unapologetically vocal, sovereign unto themselves, tuned in to the spiral dance of life, the cyclic rhythms and pulse and flow of the Earth reflected by them and the spirit realms all weaved into one meeting place, one gathering space and one epic market for them all.  I love the word WITCH and the feminine rebellion that is storming behind the movement, the right to live freely, to be who we are and rise above and…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned

    Hansel and Gretel Revisioned

    Hansel and Gretel awoke to a deep growling hunger in their bellies, and a deep sadness in their hearts for their father had abandoned them there in that deep dark woods, the echoes of their psyches on overdrive as they strained to look around for the bread crumbs that Hansel had left as a trail.  When no bread was to be found they began to lose hope until they heard the screeching sound of what sounded like no bird that they had ever heard before.  It was a great white thing with a huge expanse of wing and landed perched directly in front of them on a low-lying rock and…