art - kindranikolephotography Shadow priestess, Walking that space where liminality weaves, Lighting candles from the pain in your knees, You have bent, you have crawled, you have run the gauntlet... And in so doing set fire ablaze from every graze, Follow me, let me lead, I’ve been that way, I know that need. When your heart is broken in places, I shift between all Witch faces. Priestess golden, shining, bleeding, poking the shadow in you too, That becomes a space unfet

Own image ★★★ Oracle for Starlets ★★★ ★Plant Ally Oracle★ ★Assertiveness – Sweet Violet★ “You are a beautiful and sensitive soul. It is sometimes easier to retreat and hide. Stand up for yourself and communicate clearly with confidence. You will notice life will be sweeter.” – Lisa Mcloughlin Art “VIOLET Blue – Watchfulness; Faithfulness; I’ll Always Be True,” – Language of Flowers. “The forward Violet thus did I chide… Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal they sweet that s

Sometimes There is too much earth In my bones That grinds me to dirt A heavy stone Buried in my chest That threatens to exhale All the lightness So back to Earth The wisdom lies In trees The roots go deep But the branches sway In moonlight – Joey Morris 2016 All my own work and design all rights reserved #ground #grounding #spell #chant #magic #magick #spirit #spirituality #spiritual

Original Art –Boneyard. Photo by alexstoddard on Flickr The illumination of the relationship between Witchcraft and bones seems inevitable in the wake of this year of Death. As we enter the final months of 2016 and Winter begins to take a hold, thoughts turn to the Solstice, banishing the difficulties of months gone by, and celebrating the painful lessons that have been dished out like bitter candy over and over again. The motifs of bones, skulls, and the archetypal Witch thr

Followed by the weed that binds And moths of veiled white Speak to me of ancient trees And gifts of raven sight Hold fast to the dirt trod Earth As you learn to fly Balance is key to all things The rhyme and reason why I have been lost for many years Seeking the unknown Counting blessings and the hurts Of everything I’m shown Morrigan is on the wind The breath and scream of Crow The storm it whips around my heart Where weak men fear to go She places blade into

And when it burns And when it bleeds And if your heart cries For what it needs Hear me now And hear me true The will to live Is inside of you And if they try to Put you to Pyre Remember then You’re made of Fire I’m standing here A phoenix heart From the ashes Is where we start. J.morris 2015 – All my own work recipes and design all rights reserved #speak #phoenix #spell #power #poem #poetry #poet #magic #spirituality