The White and the Black Wolf Call to Us All.
Our inner union will become manifest on the outer plane too: the white and black wolf united in the eternal dance of the sun and the moon.
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Mind Your Manners, Heathen: A Witch’s Table Etiquette in Five Rules.
You don’t need my permission to leave this table, and I promise not to think you rude should you gorge yourself on my bounty and leave the mess to me.
Pray Here Too: A Witch’s Brief Her-Story of Primal Communion.
Alas, you know as well I do, Sister, that the real prayers are not said in such sacred vacuums. Once, with legs spread in the final stages of labor, the midwife’s voice caught and her face went pale in such a way that I thought my precious baby doomed. I begged to every deity I knew, promising ...
Memories That Haunt, I Thank You: Begrudged Grace Under the Blessing Moon.
To the lover who left us behind to go wandering, thank you for leaving a black-hole void in our bellies that ached so persistently we had no choice but to fill it with our own molten power poured straight down from the heart-crucible where self-love still bubbled.
A Witch’s Bucket List: Shape-Shifting into Oblivion.
Squint and look at them close, my love, and you’ll see I’ve written the last to-do list you’ll ever need on these whimsical sculptures.
Shattering the Hall of Mirrors: Your Liberation Ritual.
I crush my eyes closed, refusing to see any more, wondering why I had been born at all if these reflections show even a shred of truth. Surely, I should remain here in this Hall of Mirrors until I die thirsty and heartbroken. Surely, I have broken my soul-contract and will never gift the world ...
No Mercy for the Maidens: an Imbolc Fairy Tale of Birth by Fire.
Our captors never thought we would have the Maiden’s mettle to break free, but they underestimated the collective ire of caged women.
Being Licked Alive: Wolf Moon Revelations.
Let us bathe in sage smoke while I tell you of my revelation, for it is doubtless we collected many long-nailed demons on our wayward travels.
The 7 Deadly Sins of the Wild Woman: Flawed to Perfection.
The deadliest sins of the wild woman are far more loathsome than those committed against any external deity, for they are those she commits against herself.
I Like Taking Walks on the Dark Side.
In a room full of men, I’ll sniff out the one who’s recently been arrested or convicted for human trafficking or locked up in a mental institution. I can tell how bad his childhood was by the way he moves. Sick sense. The unhealthy, unhappy and inappropriate. These boys churn my stomach sick ...