Sit long enough in the woods and they begin to speak.
Listen. Listen. Listen. Come bearing gifts.
Share your secrets and Hers will be forthcoming.
Return often and She will recognise you, name you, claim you.
Give thanks. Praise silence.

Photo credit: Lies Okkerse

So it was the forest came to know me,
to name me, to claim me…

witch.

wyrding woman
wildling
wordsmith
weaver

fox-woman
seal-woman
bardic seer

caretaker to the art of ceremony
and the remembering of ritual,
loyal to land and ancestral custom,
student-teacher of magic & myth,
artist, crafter, herbalist, songwriter,
reverent friend and servant to earth, wind and water.