It’s Friday evening and you stumble home from another grueling work week. Your brain has assumed the consistency of tapioca pudding and the tightness in your neck and shoulders is showing no sign of letting up. Oh, no. You suddenly recall that tonight is the full moon. Your magickal mind immediately turns towards ritual and
Harvests come in many forms. For many this season of Mabon has become one of spiritual harvests.
“So, you are a Witch. That’s cool. I used to be one too. Now I’m (insert the path of your choice.)” Cue the blank stare, jaw drop, and the inevitable, “Why? Why did you leave Witchcraft? How?” I have had several conversations along these lines. Every single time it has left me flabbergasted. How do you stop being
Darkest Night A Poem for Hekate By: Terry Lynn Pellegrini ©2016 In the darkest of nights, She lights my way. Phosphorous, illuminating, brilliant one. Torches held high, I follow. Through my despair, through my apprehension She leads me to knowledge, she leads me to joy. And through my joy, She shows me life and what