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What’s your Path?
I am a Hedgewitch. Meaning I am a shamanic practitioner of folk magick (that’s the short explanation). My spirituality is Celtic/Anglo-Saxon Paganism. I started in Wicca like many do, but have moved further away from it more and more of time. I am not however a Wicca-basher like many non-Wiccan Witches are.
Do you have an altar?
Sometimes I use an altar and sometimes not. An altar is simply a workspace to me. I have laid out elaborate altars on [...]
I have often thought that
If only I had been born into a tribal society
I would have been given a costume and drum
A place and role in society
And happily spent my life as a shaman serving my community
Instead I am stuck working retail
Moving through Western society as awkwardly
As a square peg jammed into a round hole
And practicing my spirituality behind closed doors
Last night I dreamed I was sitting in a grove with a lineaged Traditional Witch or Wiccan.
I am not sure which Path she was on exactly, dreams are like that, but I knew she was hard-nosed Traditional.
We were discussing our different world views and Paths.
She leaned against a large grey boulder or small standing stone and said:
“My Path is like this stone, strong and old; a solid foundation upon which to build.”
Then she pointed to a pile of leaf litter [...]
I am a farm girl; I “get” the lambing season at Imbolg as I have spent many sleepless nights in the barn, praying to Brighid as I midwife livestock. I don’t need to be reminded of where my food comes from, I have grown it!
I don’t need a lesson to tell me how to experience the elements, I have lived in them, and I have worked in them. I have been up to my knees in frozen mud and in [...]
A Simple Life
By Kat Ballew
Cows grazing on the mountain side
horses running wild along the seaside
Birds singing as they journey past
and old men telling tales that are unsurpassed
Butterflies fluttering their wings in the breeze
And the sun doing everything to appease
This is the simple life of living
This is a day of thanksgiving
The tumbleweed rolls across the desert floor
The owl sings a song and is the nights decor
The fireflies flash their lights in harmony
And the crickets they do play for all a symphony
The [...]
