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
In the wee morning hours she rises, stretches, then walks softly to her altar. She pauses, centers herself, then inclines her head in salute to her chosen deities. Murmuring her morning litany she lights the candles waiting in their delicate crystal holders. With the surety of constant repetition she continues, never faltering in her words of devotion and thanks. Silence
Many times I have been asked as to when I became a witch. The answer is simple yet complex at the same time. I didn’t “become” a witch so much as I finally awoke to who I had always been. I’d like to share with you the tale of my “awakening”. Life was fairly average in