Hedge Witch Brewing tinctures and salves savoring the scent ties me to sisters way back herbalists, wise women working as solitaries feared or respected depending on locale and the times Who knows if they’re true I have flashes of the burning times devoted to my craft sought after by the sick hunted by the hidebound, skin taut listening for danger alive to the undertow
I do, too. I was a professional handweaver for many years, and often thought about all the weavers, men and women, through the ages doing exactly what I was doing. It brings a wonderful sense of continuity.
I am sorry to disappoint you! I have memory of being a witch, I honor and respect current day positive witches, but that is not my path this time--although I make tinctures and salve.
My path is nonduality. Consciousness first. All else erupts from that. We are all made of the same no-thing.
I often reflect on those who came before me when engaging with my craft, love this. Thank you for sharing!
I do, too. I was a professional handweaver for many years, and often thought about all the weavers, men and women, through the ages doing exactly what I was doing. It brings a wonderful sense of continuity.
hiii! i’m new here and would love to connect as a fellow neo pagan/witch⭐️⭐️⭐️
Hello miss adriana,
I am sorry to disappoint you! I have memory of being a witch, I honor and respect current day positive witches, but that is not my path this time--although I make tinctures and salve.
My path is nonduality. Consciousness first. All else erupts from that. We are all made of the same no-thing.
Sending love,
Amrita
"...skin listening for danger..." A great line! And useful today, given our current"undertow."
Thank you. This whole poem surprised me, especially the second stanza. I love when that happens. Yes, the undertow right now is dangerous....
Wicked good witchesWicked good witches
work words for good-will wishes.
Weapons for we-world.
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Covens, convents, labs,
science, prayer, alchemy.
Casting welcome spells.