A young woman stands hunched over a table, mortar and pestle in her hands as she grinds away at a mixture of herbs.
A large candle stands on the table beside her, the flame flickering and spluttering. Open in front of her lies a large book, the pages filled with intricately drawn images and beautifully written rhymes.
It sounds like a scene from Medieval times but this is modern day and the woman is me: a witch at work.
Am I what you think of when you hear the word ‘witch’?
My long hair is often unruly and tangled. I wear whatever is comfortable, not what is fashionable. I dance to the songs in my head and I sing aloud and off-key. I am a floaty-dress wearing, incense-burning, moon-gazing, tree-hugging wild woman.
I am a servant of nature, living along with the changing of the seasons. I am a child of the moon, working with the ebb and flow of her phases. I am the creator and the destroyer. I am the teacher and the student. I am everything and nothing.
To connect with Mother Earth I go outside to feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair and the grass beneath my feet. The free and wild feeling of being at one with nature.
I love to create my own crafts, recipes, spells and potions and some of these I will share with you here.
This is who I am. Who are you?
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Poet Moonsong ⛥