The Ramblings and Wanderings

Most folks call me Juniper, my friends call me Juni. I am thirty years old but eternally youthful.

I have been a farmer and a city girl, a homesteader and a wanderer. I have worked in animal rescue and occult shops, art galleries, liquor stores and bead shops.

I have been practising Paganism and Witchcraft for 15 years. I am not an Elder, nor guru. I am just a messy little Hedgewitch who speaks her mind.

I hunt in thrift store jungles and gather in the wildwoods. I practice in groves and ditches, hedgerows and sea shores, basements and vacant lots.

This is my journal. It will have funny bits, rants, ramblings, ideas, poetry and more ... Take it as you please. I suggest reading with your tongue firmly in cheek.

Articles & Journaling

What the Heck is a Hedgewitch Anyways?

Interview with a Hedgewitch

The Red Velvet Altar Cloth

Hedge Crossing Challenges

Dem Bones and Bits and Sticks and Stones

Risk vs Reward

The Shawl

Consciousness

Compost and Stone

Instinct vs Research

The Shape

September’s Hearth

Forests

Last Night

Owls and Crystals

The Turning of Spring to Summer

Celebrate all of Creation

A Hedgewitch’s Poem

You Stupid Dog

Diaspora

The Stag King Cometh

The Struggle

How Crochet Was Invented

How To Not Fit In

The Story of Dog

Be a Pagan Leader

All We Have to Offer

Oak and Holly

The Crooked Path

Along the Crooked Path

The Last Litter

A Meditation on Water

I am Not a Real Witch

I Want to Watch the World Burn

Don’t Think!

Yes, I Want to Bring My Dog

An Open Letter to the Pagan Community

We are Just Running the Farm

I Buried Maia Today

Top Ten Things Witches Need to “Get Over”

Making Do Without Elders

Why Are There No More Gardners and Crowleys?