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To Those Who Climb

To Those Who Climb

And maybe you too will find a witch's hut there and not be afraid, but rather feel at home. Maybe you too will find that the very best thing you can do there is tend to the fire and watch the seasons change and make art and sing song that are secretly spells and meet people over steaming mugs of tea who ask questions and offer no answers.

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A Little Blessed Levity

A Little Blessed Levity

During my darkest hours I did not hear the voice of a god or goddess or source or mother. I did not rise from the ashes like a freaking phoenix, all wild and glorious, never to succumb to insecurities again. I was blessed enough to live with someone who would pick me up a little when I had hit an absolute bottom yet again, put me on the couch underneath a blanket, feed me some food, and turn on my favourite youtube channel so I could stop being a human for a moment and just breathe. There was no divine intervention. 

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The Same Person, Not the Same Place

The Same Person, Not the Same Place

I was experiencing the same thoughts I had at the start of the year and the same fears and the same insecurities and the same pains and aches in my body that show me I have too much stress and tension going on and I concluded: 'I am in the same place again. There was no growth, I haven't learnt anything, it has all been for nothing. I am in the same place again'.

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The Witch and the Village

The Witch and the Village

If you had asked me this question (pick a number any number) eighteen months ago, I would have said the former. It is the witch's choice. They choose the solitude, the quiet, the pack-less howling. The witch chooses the fringe and the forest, because that is where they flourish. With plants over people and soil over stones. But now I'm not so sure.

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