Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

Potions Rare

 The Brewer

In the cauldron steams and brews
Potions rare that boil and stew.
Steeps thy fortune wise and true,
All that’s good will come to you!

Now for the recipe!

The White Witch

For your sipping pleasure on Hallows, May I suggest a White Witch!

2 cups vanilla ice cream 
2 Oz vodka 
2 Oz Godiva White Chocolate Liqueur

Let ice cream soften a bit then add all ingredients into a blender. Blend until smooth and serve. Makes 1 serving.


Wednesday, October 12, 2022


This poem/prayer is so dear to me. It embodies all the Goddess is to me and gives great comfort.


~ Linda Reuther, 

“And the Great Mother said:

Come my child and give me all that you are.

I am not afraid of your strength and darkness, of your fear and pain.

Give me your tears. They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans.
Give me your
 rage. It will

erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder.
Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows.
Give me your hopes and dreams. I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky.
You are not too much for me. My arms and heart welcome your true fullness.
There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.
I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills.
My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart.
Release your deep pain.
You are not alone and you have never been alone.”

Blessings Dark & Deep

Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Deep Into The Waning Time

 October, my crone-self is much closer to the surface of my being. I contemplate and remember more. I sit and wonder how I got here so quickly. Honestly, in my head I still feel 20, but much wiser. If only I knew then what I knew now.

However, that is a waste of time. My goal is to simply enjoy the magick of each day and get the most out of it. I feel closer to the Ancestors at this time of my life and know they are around me. It’s not just the season, but the season of my life. And not just the bloodline Ancestors, but those of my breed. My breed? Yes, the witches and healers, the women who were ahead of there time - they are also sisters, mothers, grandmothers of who I am. 

I honor them with candles and incense, offerings that are taken to their Underworld. But the best way I know to honor them is to remember them. I think about them, their struggles and tears, but there joys too, their magick, their sense of accomplishment. 

Some of these Ancestors were very alone in their work, their magick, but no longer. Now they are all together, celebrating, teaching with thoughts that they share. Most of the breed, we didn’t know them or even know about them. They weren’t famous or even remembered anywhere but in the hearts of women like me. And so, I honor them.

Remember those woman who did secretly what we do openly. Open your hearts to them. Tell them, I don’t know your name, but I remember you. No, we do not forget them for they live on within us.

Blessings dark and deep.