Mountain Women.

From my Gran, Sheila Ross-Kuhn: How could I be anything but a witch living in these Mother Mountains?  Within these forested hills and deep, dark hollers are women who have never called themselves “witches,” who have never entered the incense scented new age shoppe in town.  They have never worn a pentagram around their necks, or attended …

Winter Time

I live in the shadows Watch Breathing in The deep eternal silence – Lungs folding And unfolding Flowerlike. I burn sage for cleansing Rose incense for love Sitting in the hare light And loneliness.

Bryn Celli Ddu

October Song

Today the Autumn whistles through me – Brown, grey and scarlet branched – It rustles in my soul. Crows cry and stone crumbles, Dark descends and depths of energy flare incandescent in the shadow of the year.

The Equinox is Coming

The cool air carries a thin hint of fennel on this early Autumn morning as I sit outside sipping smoky black coffee. A yellow leaf falls from a birch tree. The church bell chimes in the village. This is the run up to the Equinox, Mabon. On my kitchen table there is a basket of …

Spring Equinox

The Equinox is coming.  The year is turning over – light replacing dark.  This is a time of change – unsettling – stirring.  I have mixed feelings about it – equal longings for the dark days of winter and the bright days of summer – an internal conflict.  It will pass as the year moves …

~Spring Equinox~

Welcome Spring! Spring will officially arrive March 20, 2013 around 7:00 a.m. here, on that day there will be equal light and darkness. I think this is something to celebrate!

Morning Joy

Snow flakes fall amongst the crocuses and daffodils as candle light and crystal stain the day. The quiet crackle of the coals, the scent of coffee and the purring of the hot, black cat call forth the joy of morning.

Salem’s Tale

Oh you wanton weary souls Catechized by disgrace into your rose-red trances Liars with kiss swollen lips can tell no truths Flickering heartbeats, pirouetting prettily on trembling limbs Enduring the feast is what matters most. My cat is a voracious romantic.

~Love Incantation for 2013~

Gaze into the dark of night Hold a golden candle’s light Now close your eyes in silent prayer That love will find you anywhere Do no harm, and feel no doubt That never will you live without By earth, by air, by water, fire and spirit Be open to love and do not fear it! …

A Thoughtful Quote

“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.” ― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Angels Watching

Mountain scents of cedar and pine Winter birds and ivy vines Sunrise weeping, wails and moans Ancestors sleeping, graves and stones Christmas with them, gifts all done Flowers, wreaths, laid one by one Where are they now, what would they say To see me at their graves today? I know I felt them smiling down …

A Winter Solstice Offering

In perfect love and perfect trust, The sun’s return is upon us now. Within the heart of the frosted forest The Winter God is keen and raw Pursuing warmth and hope. The Goddess is romancing chanting, dancing, glowing showing, growing! The child, the Sun, swaddled in radiance Bringer of life, nourishment, comfort and joy! In …

Angels Unaware

Photo Credit: fineartamerica.com When I was a small child I often attended a tiny country church with my Granny Fanny Weaver. My Granny Fanny was OLD and she wasn’t a softy kind of Granny like I am, Fanny Weaver was a small stern woman with eyes as serious and cool as blue steel. In other …

This is the Dark Time

This is the dark time, burn the candles, Light the fires and wait. The year is turning. This is the dark time, Time of dreams and magic – time to go inside and seek the treasure in our souls. This is the dark time Time of hearth and home, And holding loved ones In our …

I am Grey

I am grey, eyes and hair, sweater and scarf, cape and gloves, grey I am grey, light and dark, blended well, strong as steel, grey I am gray, silver lit, flashing lightening, bolts of flannel, grey I am gray, rain on hills, winter dawn, snow in wind, grey I am gray, not good or bad, …

Yule

Gather up the fir, the pine and holly green Come light the golden candles and praise the winter king Dance away the dark times and welcome in the light Sing the carols of Yuletide and bless this merry night Burn the herbs of old times and bake a yellow cake Get the crone her broom …

~Holiday Wishes~

I wish we weren’t frightened of getting through the night I wish we didn’t know what we know tonight I wish that we could have stayed as pure as we were then I wish our hearts were lighter and love was ’round the bend I wish there was a lullaby that would sing our souls …

Holiday Fear

What will you give? Will you get enough? They say times are hard and living is tough. Child with no toy, girl with no boy All hope is gone and so is their joy What would it take to dust off your fear? Get off of your couch and smile with good cheer? Walk down …

Winter Solstice

Like it or not, we are being transformed with every dawn. We become the choices that we make, we have responsibilities, to ourselves…. because we are naturally inspired to bend toward the light…we are becoming infused with nature’s elegance with each sunrise. Bright is the season of darkness as we tilt easily toward the return …

~The Magick of Renewable Passion~

It’s easy to be passionate with a new lover, but being passionate with one lover for life merits a little “practical magick” on the part of both individuals in my opinion. Since human beings are not designed to remain in a perpetual state of physical, spiritual and emotional arousal, we must consider the art of …

Elegant Crone-ing~

She dances wild and casts her will She’s fiery coals, and winter’s chill She weaves and spins, she boils and bakes She kneads the bread and bakes the cakes She listens well, yet, it’s all been told She’s peaceful now that she is old Her basket is blessed with herbal charms She rocks the broken …

Elegant Souls~

A truly elegant soul never gives or lives a mixed message. Period.

The Silver Winged One~

The Silver Winged One~ Your energy came and visited me today~ You appeared in watery colors of blue and silver grey~ You didn’t speak in words, words just wouldn’t suffice~ No no, you spoke in oceans and stars, in sunshine and in ice~ As you were leaving, I surveyed your magick trail~ Lovely winged grace …

My Cold Friend~

Brown birds at the window, black cats upon the ledge~ Gray squirrels skipping tree limbs and creatures in the hedge~ Winter straw and barren fields freezing in the dale~ Candle light and raisin cakes part the dewy veil~ Welcome my cold friend, I’m jumping in my seat~ The dark time is upon us, the earth …

November Dances In~

November dances in~ She has a Gypsy secret within her Gypsy grin. Her eyes are amber mist, her hair is raven black. She is a an icy mother, gourds and apples on her back~ She creeps among the naked trees gathering up the green. She is autumn’s mother, this regal winter queen. She’s welcomed by …

Sleepy Hollow Cemetery (and Author’s Ridge)

Witches in Sleepy Hollow ~ wandering in the mist We mourned upon your gravestones in sorrows twisted bliss We lurked within your cabin and gazed upon your pond Your spirits brushed across our souls and settled in our wand Oh the prose you’ve gifted us, wise and wondrous all Standing in the morning mist, I …

Samhain~

Oh my blackened cauldron popping, sparking bright! The wheel of the year has turned upon this Samhain night Witches dancing merrily, singing ‘round the hill The earth is growing tired, our shelves are at their fill Grateful for the harvest, sweet souls are welcomed here Incense, smoke, and candles, laughter, bread and cheer!

Winter

Naked trees and barren hills circle round this place Brown doves cuddle brushy pines and mourn with solemn grace The clock upon the mantle banishes the dawn As noontime blows and drips upon the forest lawn Suppertime will find me stirring at the pot Sweet and savory spices, my hair up in a knot Windswept …

Earth Song

I listen to the earth song The humming of the land. Wind howling round the eaves And in the trees. On the shore the sea Rushes, gulls cry Seals echo eerily. Rain falls, drumming, pattering, Streaming down the hillsides. I hear the robin calling sweetly At daybreak, Tawny owls in the darkness. Cat fights and …