Southern Fried Witch

I've seen the calls to action, far and wide, and am working on my own ways to be a part of the Witch's Resistance--as we all should be. But, y'all, the question I keep getting is: how do I even begin? Hold a sign? Join a local group? And the answer is, of course, yes.

Y'all, Mother Nature just hates a blank space. She doesn't like being naked (shocking, I know) and will cover herself with whatever she can to heal Herself. We, even as Witches, are fond of carving voids (btw, did you know that the word "avoid" comes from this other lovely word?) whether we realize it or not. But, and this is a really cool "but": she loves the path of least resist

We often forget that the whole reason for a harvest is in the reveling in it during Cailleach’s (the Celtic Winter Witch) long ride. Otherwise, what was it even for? I'm running around trying to prepare my little farm for 15 degrees, it turns out--something the Deep South is not prepared for, I assure you.

So, you got a sign, you warded, and all is well . . . right? Not so much. Let's talk about what's next after we get signs, where the holes might be in our warding, and the importance of paying attention to the nuances therein.

I talked a bit about this the other night on my Patreon fireside chat, but of course, I ended up wandering a bit. While tradition may hold that Samhain is the Witch’s New Year, my question will always be: whose tradition? From what geographical location? Turns out, in the Deep South, Yule has always felt more aligned with my own Witch’s New Year.Y'all stay warm in this coming w

I'm still healing, but that's a good thing. Love y'all like chicken--and the moon and stars.

Blessed Yule. Please light the candle of your heart and stay. I know how hard it is--but there's magic still. Love y'all like chicken. Seba

This is one of the ways that I cope: by giving a sh*t, even though it feels counterintuitive to where I am in the cold.

Hey, y'all! This one is a little longer than usual. I just started rambling about why I do what I do and this is what came out, a love letter to the land.

Just rambling about how to survive the coming changes, y'all. Winter is all about planning the garden to come, reflecting on where we've been, and gathering the lessons together around our hearth fires to ponder and reflect.