The Witch of This Place
If you are not the Witch of your place, who will be? Who is better suited to that job than you are?
If you are not the Witch of your place, of which place are you the Witch? What place are you waiting for? How long do you expect to wait?
If you do not arise each dawn and greet the powers, and spirits, and beings of your place, who will greet them? And how long can you stand for them to go unmet? How long do you expect to wait before you live in a place where you cannot imagine rising in the morning and not greeting the powers, and spirits, and beings of that place?
If you are not in relationship with your landbase, why not? What would it take to begin that relationship?
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Yes, ma’am. I am the witch of my place.
Indeed you are! Loved the post about nettles. None here, yet.
Thank you for reminding me why I am here.
🙂 It’s why I’m here, too.
Rising at dawn!? Good grief. I can be the Witch of this place without that, thank you. 🙂
Erm … about that rising at dawn thing?
OK, I will grant Thalia and Widdershins special dispensations on the “dawn thing.” 😉
Before Dawn.Before. C’mon people, you going to let the Sun beat you to rising? 🙂
O Hel yes!
Mornings are always a part of my day. They’re just at the end of my day, not the beginning. 🙂
Absolutely! … highly overrated! I like to think of it as me beating the twilight falling! 😀
Thank you for the reminder, I’ve been trapped in the mundane of late…like a mouse in a pool of sugaring honey. But, for such purposes? I tend to rise with the MOON, lol…not the sun.
The land gave me wat I asked as a child since we were playmates I suppose:)