I hold the skull,
tenderly with care
No more shall you run
Forgive us

I offer you new sensations:
Water and salt,
incense and breath

I raise the antlers,
carry them to the quarters of my world
And yet they’re wearing me
For I am now its legs,
and I am now its voice
Together we share memory

Open yourself to your wild centred meadow
Embrace your pleasurable light hearted joy
Adjust your eyes to a new way of seeing
Discover new threads of the worn tapestry
Be not seduced to fixate on the obvious
For Mystery exists in the spaces between

#witchsky

I’m trying to wrap my head around #kabbalah and the #treeoflife. I think I favour the #Lurian tree on the right, but I’m too inexperienced, really.

It’s a wonderful thing to have a symbol “work on you” though. I can subtly feel it doing something to my mind, even though I cannot define what yet!

The plan is to do outdoor rituals with the gang these summer months. Today I started piecing together a ritual kit to just grab and go. But I can’t find my old pentacle.

I. Looked. Eeeeeverywhere!

#witchsky

Well, wouldn’t we all like to know?

Just came across this on IG. It was the first book I ever read on BTW, back in 2003. Oh, the nostalgia! ❤️‍🔥

Let my breath be like
sweet smelling incense,
reaching you with
the intent of my devotion
🤍