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!

The Solitary Witch: A Coven Of One

Many witches that I have known practice their craft alone. Many of us solitary practitioners live in isolated areas. This would stand to reason, all of us are united in one very powerful way, we adore, admire, embrace, and cherish the abundant gifts of nature. Personally, Poppa and I live on a high hill, I call it a mountain, …