by ashevillewitch | Jan 3, 2015
My friend, Beloved Crone Antiga, is an ancient Songstress. When we are in circle together, we often ask her if she has a song–and often she will chirp–“I have a song”–in the slow moments in a ceremony or discussion. The lines in the...
by ashevillewitch | Oct 4, 2014
The radio weatherfolk reckoned on rain–and storms!–for tonight. But we reckoned our small ceremony for the forgotten Dead could weather a bit of a storm, if need be. We were rewarded with a sunset that stole our attention, and pieces of our souls, I think....
by ashevillewitch | Aug 22, 2014
Working in the gardens I tend is excellent exercise, provides healthy fresh food and affords me more opportunities to touch the sacred soil. I came away this morning from a general clean-out of beds in the Summer garden and was a sweaty, stinky mess. The wheel barrow...
by ashevillewitch | Aug 13, 2012
Not quite? Not yet? Still a holy day to go before that one, you say? Perhaps I should shorten my vision a bit. We have been deeply…enmeshed in the process of creating a group of clergy for Mother Grove Goddess Temple. It’s has been scary and invigorating...