I published a book of poetry earlier this year titled A Witch's Voice. It's available on Amazon or if you desire an autograph copy you can purchase it here through my website by following the link in the sidebar, but this blog post isn't to promote the book, well not directly. It is to share with you that I still write poetry even if it is not for the purpose of publishing another poetry book, but rather to express my love for my Craft and to share the experiences I encounter while doing so.
Since relocating to Seattle, Washington from Massachusetts I have come to recognize that the energies between the two locations are very different and after having a conversation
Since relocating to Seattle, Washington from Massachusetts I have come to recognize that the energies between the two locations are very different and after having a conversation
with a fellow Witch, who has lived in Washington for a number of years, I have been able to understand more fully what this energy I am feeling originates with, though frankly I feel resistance. It is clear that my own practice is moving in a direction I never expected it to go. Researching my family ancestry and heritage is directing me closer towards this resistance, which for me indicates that I am moving in the right direction or a direction that is most beneficial for me and my magicks. How strange it seems to me, but I trust the gods and the familiar spirits I am work with.
I trust myself.
I trust my Craft.
So I shall follow where I am led.
I trust myself.
I trust my Craft.
So I shall follow where I am led.
Primordial Oak
Magick flows through my boughs.
Queen Tatiana, she is so fair!
The purple and crimson flora weaved through her hair
Through my leaves, my branches
Are filling with embraces.
What is so magnificent as the story of my life?
A poet’s ode may be rousing
But it holds no spirit.
Magick can cure everything, so Tatiana says.
Magick is a natural force,
Its energy a powerful medicine.
O Tatiana, Tatiana
Sweetly dancing ‘round me!
My ancient songs, wise murmurs,
May be heard any time, captured.
And there you stand, with a curious eye
Wreathed in blossoms.
The brilliant sprites are dancing,
There is no denying it.
You see me primordial Oak, arcane wisdom.
Magick flows through my boughs.
Queen Tatiana, she is so fair!
The purple and crimson flora weaved through her hair
Through my leaves, my branches
Are filling with embraces.
What is so magnificent as the story of my life?
A poet’s ode may be rousing
But it holds no spirit.
Magick can cure everything, so Tatiana says.
Magick is a natural force,
Its energy a powerful medicine.
O Tatiana, Tatiana
Sweetly dancing ‘round me!
My ancient songs, wise murmurs,
May be heard any time, captured.
And there you stand, with a curious eye
Wreathed in blossoms.
The brilliant sprites are dancing,
There is no denying it.
You see me primordial Oak, arcane wisdom.
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