Categories: Book of Shadows

• Wordless Wednesday – Witchy!
• Consciousness

  I am asleep.

  I am asleep and have delved into some deep abyss of dreaming far beyond the physical enclosure that is my body.

  I dream and know I am dreaming. I glide through a realm of black and blue, soft and delicate as silk, sheer like fine muslin. I dance in the glory of the dreamscape.

  Then, a gradual awareness begins to tug at me. I feel my body calling me back to awakening. The most simple and basic need driving me [...]

• Repost: Instinct vs Research

  This one is on Witchvox this week and is host to a number of typos, I’m not sure how they got there. I must need a proof reader or something. So here is a cleaner version for y’all:
  “This is what happens when you dabble! You can’t practice the Craft while you are looking down your nose at it.” ~ The Aunts from Practical Magic
  So why do I have to do all this required reading and research? Isn’t that work? Its [...]

• Oak and Holly

  In the deepest and darkest slumber
  When the world is plunged in cold and snow
  The Earth rests gripped in the heart of Winter
  Cloaked in ice and freezing winds that harshly blow
  The King who wears the Holly crown
  Sits high upon His icy throne
  *

  We with one ear pressed to the frozen ground
  Do hear the sounds of returning warmth
  With creaks and groans the Goddess gives birth
  To a Son of Oak and light and mirth
  Just as the Sun begins its slow return
  *

  As the Oak babe [...]

• Fragment

  I don’t really have a Book of Shadows, rather I have several notebooks scattered around with bits of this and that. Terribly disorganized I know, but better suited to my personality. Maybe someday, when I am in my grey hairs, I will combine the best pieces. Do something pretty and scrapbook-ish perhaps. For now I will carry on with my many notebooks. Every now and then I find one I thought was lost and flip through it, delighted by the [...]

• Diaspora

  Although my feet
  Have never walked
  Upon ancestral lands
  And I’ve never heard
  The winds sing a song
  Across the Motherland
  Though I have never
  Laid my own hands
  Upon a standing stone
  I will sing the old song
  I will honour the old gods
  I will learn the old ways
  And make them new again
  For a man or woman
  Who is without roots
  Finds it all too easy
  To cut down another’s tree
  And so I will connect
  With this New World
  I will love, I will learn
  This, my dear land
  New ways for me to make
  Like forefathers [...]