image - Adam Bird Photography "It hurts," I cried.
"I know," replied the Witch of my soul, "And look, the Forest beckons."
So it did, once more, a thick underbrush of reckless vines, criss-crossing the broken parts, stitching them anew.
The churned Earth seemed to crumble underfoot, loose and unstable, broken down from all the wandering back and forth, back and forth, without real rest.
"The roots remain, deeper down," she croaked, knowing what was in my mind of course,
original image - christian-felices-citrus-tree-photography-the-crow That’s the thing about the Crow eyed women
With their lips bedecked in otherness
You might think for a moment they are infused with whimsy
But Morrigan made them with steel bones
We endure beyond the point of breaking
And underestimate us at your own risk
We speak for the heart of the wild ones
Teeth bared to raise up a snarl
Magick without heart is autopsy
The mask of the cruel slips and falls
Image – Nadia Maria Photography “Other eyes.” What does it mean to be starry eyed?
To have cosmic dust deep in your eyes
To peek beyond with void in veil What does it mean to have Other eyes?
When the universe speaks energy never lies
To watch something darkly beautiful What does it mean to see all is dust?
To know what is broken and all turns to rust
To see glimpses of eternity in inevitability What does it mean to live as a seer
Are the chains just as broken, the cos
“…I hear her scream
The pitch black chord of night
I am her
and She is me…”
– Joey Morris Woad Warrior Never in human history has the screaming been so silent. The sanitization of modern society impresses on the individual the need for silence to such a degree that the verbal act of screaming is relegated to films concerning horror.
The Horror genre is generally considered to be a psychological pressure valve for social and cultural concerns within the human p
Image Source – Voodica So far, 2017 has been a year of fluctuation that has highlighted how damaging polarisation can become in the social and cultural landscapes.
In the Musing about the energies of Spring essay the emphasis was on resilience, on refusing to be buried, only planted. This concept evolved into my Spiritual advice for people in general: “Stop planting yourself in concrete.
You have roots that need to spread out and grow, they need to be in fertile soil, enric
Image source – Lost in the Darkness by Natalia Drepina How beautiful is the Darkness, where our shadows are simply part of us without separation, and we breathe in the essence of the Universe in void; in potential, in endless possibility… As Alban Hefin (Midsummer) approaches I become more acutely aware of the Darkness; as the brightness takes over, the blinding light scorching through the curtains disturbing sleep, and as a result my heart yearns to be cocooned once again in
Image source Goddess Badb; Shadow of Silver Birch: Or an odd journey to the Underworld with Foxes and Moths The Shadow within the Celtic path, and within the trees whom I revere as guardians, is a realm of sometimes seemingly unfathomable depths, and in order to traverse this path with company, one has to have explored the caverns appropriately and with care. There is no substitute for experience, no short cut through shadow work, and if one is to properly hold discourse arou