Samhain is now past and the days continue to darken. Even after Yule, it will be a couple months before we really begin to feel the light returning. It is time for us to explore the inward spiral – the dark half of the year. For many of us, including me, this is the time…
It’s cold season. Those of us who work directly with the public, or who have school-aged children, are only too well aware of the way viruses can sneak in and wreak havoc. As the season turns, we tend to increase our prevention practices – we wash our hands more frequently, take multivitamins and immune boosters,…
You know, it really is lovely when a journalist elects not to go the sensationalist route when writing an article about modern day Paganism. As an ‘out,’ public Pagan, I’ve had the anxiety-laden role of being a ‘token witch’ for someone’s piece several times. I think Wyatt Massey did a really great job here in…
I had the great pleasure of being interviewed by Carol Campbell of Music Alley Radio (a program on Arlington’s WERA 96.7) on October 25th. We talked witches, crows, otherworlds, elves, ancestors, Kindred Crow and all sorts of other seasonal fun stuff. My interview starts @17:00. Listen live right here.
Sometimes things just come through. They won’t let me leave the house or think about anything else until I write them down. This was one of them – it arrived in March of 2016, and I still reread it from time to time. My friends are the children of the Gods, and we are not…
Some advice from your crow-mama Mystic Witch. This was originally posted as a note on my Facebook page in July of 2018. This has been coming up a lot, in different circles, from people of varying ages and backgrounds. I find myself repeating these words so often that I think perhaps I should fold my…
October 19th saw the first frost hit our area, and it brought to mind this poem I wrote last year. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! In honor of the first frost this morning. November Icy kiss upon my lips Cold fingers in my hair A touch that…
Many years ago, a student (who became and remains a dear friend) described attending my rituals as like walking into a warm, safe cottage in the forest, friendly windows bright with candles on a dark night. It was such a wonderfully kind thing to say, and the compliment has always remained with me. When I…