Categories: Crossing the Hedge

• It’s Not Done Yet

  Hedge Witchery
  Hedge is a Teutonic term originally meaning any fence, boundary or enclosure, later meaning a specific type of living thicket planted to act as a fence, enclosure or boundary.
  Old High German (language used roughly from 500 to 1050 C.E): hegga, hecka
  Old Dutch (600 to 1150 C.E.): heggehn
  Old Saxon or Old Low German (800 to 1200 C.E) : haeg
  Anglo-Saxon or Old English (550 C.E to 1250C.E): hecg, hegge, haga, hecge or hege
  Middle English (11th century and about 1470 C.E): hedge, [...]

• 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 [...]

• The Tenth

  The tenth Rune-spell I did learn
  Whilst hanging from the World Tree
  Is to gaze deep into the murky night
  And spy the Hedgewitches flying high,
  Sending their spirits far and wide
  I see their true forms,
  Though they may shift their shapes
  With this Rune-charm that I know,
  I can confuse their wandering souls
  Then turn them ‘round and send them home
  Back into their bodies,
  Back within their own skins
  And for a time at least, trap them within.

• Compost and Stone

  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 [...]

• Eating Your Totem

  Okay. So my dear Bren may or may not have eaten his “Totem” for dinner last week. And I joked about it. A few people had panic attacks about this. So in my usual sweet but sarcastic way let me address this.
  First of all, I am the kind of woman who has been known to start pillow fights in the middle of the afternoon in downtown Ottawa. I don’t take life all that seriously. I take my Witchcraft seriously, but [...]

• Somebody Put It In Words …

  The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion; and the confusion is infectious and destructive.
  It is confusing and destructive to try and explain anything in terms of anything else, poetry in terms of psychology.
  ~ Basil Bunting
  HA!