The Crone sits in Her rocking chair
And roasts the chestnuts on the coals.
Outside, December branches bear
A coat of frost in curling scrolls.
She frightens children with Her eyes
And thumps Her cane, a solemn beat -
But ah, Her words are gentle, wise,
A waning crescent at Her feet.
Her death draws near; She knows it’s so,
But does not fear [...]
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to [...]
A wheel was shown to me,
wonderful to behold…
Divinity is in its omniscience and
omnipotence
like a wheel,
a circle,
a whole,
that can neither be understood,
nor divided,
nor begun nor ended.
– Hildegard of Bingen
by Elizabeth Barrette
My athame is a two-edged blade
Of metal and of magic made
It turns all hostile magic back
With shining steel and handle black
When ways are closed,
it cuts right through
And all that binds, it severs, too
Upon the hilt, a Witch’s name
To second-sight burns bright with flame
And only to that hand, this blade
Will serve and answer as [...]