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Witches Queen

Howling wind
And blowing snow
Silver as ice
Jasmine, nightshade
Silver as moonlight
And elderflower glow
She rides a pale horse
She is a pale horse
Wise winter owl on wing
A great dark hound
Dark like earth
A white sow in the shade of trees
Black and white badger
Raven in flight
Dark like blood
Prowling cat
She holds the key
To mystery
Black as ice
Lady of secrets
Keeper of memories
Black as night
Queen of witches
Sharpened knife
Grey as an unknown fate
Bleached bone
Blacked womb
Hallowed life
Hardened stone
Grey like icy cold slate
Sacred tomb
Find her at the crossroads
Pale like mists
Heart and soul in hand
Pale like death
Be prepared to pay
The price that she demands

~ Juniper 2009

Dance little girl dance!

Dance little girl dance!
Shake the cares away
Let them worry
Let them grimace
Let them think you’re crazy

It doesn’t matter anyway

Dance for love
Dance for life
Dance for joy
Dance little girl dance!

Little girl inside of me
Who keeps the cares away
Don’t grow up
Please will you stay?

Dance little girl dance!

Feeling a Little Crazy

Rise up my brothers and sisters
Feed the rich to our hungry children
Redistribute their gluttonous wealth
Tear down and recycle their ridiculous homes
And give their property back to the Earth

And the sustainable shall inherit the earth
The wasteful will burn in the fires of their own industry
With naught to breathe but toxic fumes
Naught to drink but poisoned sludge
And naught to eat but the ashes of once mighty trees

Online Reading

Back by popular demand, some online and downloadable reading material:

Nature Religion and the Modern World

Dreamers and Doers: I can’t breathe your imaginary tees

Walking the Hedge – A Hedge Witch’s Musings on Permaculture

Meadowsweet’s Red Chaplet

and some listening material as well:

Interview With Robin Artisson (by Peter Paddon)

Rescuer

Rescuer

I will take in the unwanted

I will clean the filthy

I will feed the starving

I will love the unloved

I will heal the wounds

I will mend the broken hearts

I will make their pain my own

I will sooth their fears

I will fight to regain trust that has been lost

I will be a custodian of second chances

I will harden my heart to the cruelty of mankind

I will sleep on the concrete floor of a kennel

I will weep for them

I will be brave for them

I will hold my hands steady

I will smile for them

I will rage at what was done

I will bear their burdens

I will be an example of strength

I will be pack leader

I will hold their lives in my gentle hands

I will renew

I will find them loving homes

And if what was done will take their life

I will hold them as they breathe their dying breath

I will lay them to rest

I will pray for their souls

And I will mourn each one

Because there is no one else for them

Juniper, Summer 2008

First Snow 2008

Misty Acres first snowy day this winter.

Misty Acres first snowy day this winter.

Lighting Candles in the Snow


Lighting candles in the snow
Lay them upon a frozen crust
Row and row, circles in circles

White powder lit by scared fire
Warming flame and freezing dust
A golden glow upon the snow

Gold like Dawn’s promising hope
Flickering flame of bloody red
Reminds us of ancestral dead

Leaf litter buried under ice and snow
Lost leaves wearing the burning colors
Of fire now dancing on candlesticks

Darkness comes to glowing snow
Banished a little by burning wicks
Warm in heart but glad of cold

Frozen now by Earth’s flowing tides
Farewell Sun, candles and I will wait
Farewell Sun, we will light your way

See Light again on Midwinter day
For today the Dark is here to stay
Lighting candles in the snow


Juniper Nov 6 2008

About Juniper

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.

Email: juniper@walkingthehedge.net
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