Healing the Witch Wound

Healing the Witch Wound

It wasn’t until I was in my late twenties that I realised that I was a witch.  Through a happy accident, Phyllis Curott’s Witch Crafting book landed on my door mat and out of lack of reading material, I decided I’d give it a go. The last thing I expected was to feel...
ReWilding the Witch

ReWilding the Witch

At a ritual on a very cold November evening, my High Priest proclaimed that to be a witch is to be in opposition.  Until that moment, I had never considered that witches were the quiet, or not so quiet, rebels in society.  Those words hit home. Being a witch isn’t...
Reflections & Summer Solstice at the Labyrinth

Reflections & Summer Solstice at the Labyrinth

In Gosport, the town where I live, there’s a brick labyrinth tucked away in a little park.  It’s becoming a tradition to meet with friends to walk the labyrinth to mark the solstices.  We met up last summer for the first time and then we walked on the...
Dear Hypnos, god of sleep

Dear Hypnos, god of sleep

Dear Hypnos, I hope I don’t sound needy but we need to get together more.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful you visit me each night but honestly, it’s just not long enough. You lull me into your world and then you leave.  Abruptly.  I’m...
Loving the skeletons in the cupboard

Loving the skeletons in the cupboard

Just recently, I’ve begun researching my family history again after a break of about 20 years.  Times have moved on rapidly as I no longer have to trundle up to London to spend hours pouring over dusty index books.  With free access to Ancestry and Find My Past...