You don't have to believe them when they tell you that your uniqueness is a sickness, that to defy them will mean your undoing, that it makes you the enemy.

I will shake my hips and the ground will quake. I will open my wings and the wind will come.

I am an animist, and trees most definitely have spirits. If you spend time outside, you’d do well to spend at least some of it beneath a tree.

As global warming produces conditions favourable for the breeding of mosquitoes and the spread of malaria (or ague as it was once known), this essay looks at the lore associating it with hags and witches, who paradoxically were believed to cause and cure it.

I adore folk lore, superstitions and old wives tales, from all over the world. There are stories and sayings about almost everything you can think of from trees, to birds to the weird and wonderful. I believe such stories give a great deal of insight into humanity’s relationship with the natural world, and highlight the common thread that runs through whilst at the same time celebrating our differences. These stories can help to deepen our understanding of and thus our connection to the land. Here I’ll share with you some of my favourite tree lore.

Being placed within Paganism for quite a few decades now, the genre of “Native Spirituality” has been a convenience entirely directed by white people.

We must make those who think that Paganism tolerates abusive, controlling behaviour aware that they have no place within our traditions.

‘the disappearance of “the hedge of mist, and the magic and enchantment”… symbolises the banishing of the gods of the mist and practitioners of weather magic from Britain’

"[S]ince it has become increasingly clear that stocks, and even money itself, is entirely based on a perception of value, which is by nature subjective and mutable, the only question becomes how that perception of value is influenced? And who is doing the influencing?”

Don’t you think ghost stories are another herald of the darker months? Not the stories of gore designed to frighten and elicit screams, but stories with more than a hint of truth, the stories of loss and tragedy…

the fourth episode of Empires Crumble, the podcast by Alley Valkyrie & Rhyd Wildermuth

This is the time to learn of nature and all of the hidden delights.

Folk magic belongs to the poor and dispossessed wherever that may be. It doesn't belong to any one people, isn't black magic or white magic. It's magic for the everyday. It's the magic of the people.

A new course offering from Anthony Rella and Académie Hérétique

As I write this, the solstice is almost upon us. I always think that this time of year takes on an almost dreamlike quality, and time seems to warp into something else so that the New Year and Imbolc seem like distant memories and like yesterday all at the same time.

Do not allow others to tame your craft. Do not tame it yourself out of fear that others will look down on you or reject you. Embrace your wildness. Sometimes it may alienate you from those others who dare not lose themselves in the wild.

“I’m not really alone, that my solitary acts are not really solitary, not if they are practised by many, many others, each resisting in their own little way, doing what they can.”

Those of us who know that this world is a mysterious place, who have not forgotten our place and inter-connectedness within it, who remember and hold dear the knowledge that the stuff of stars is also inside of us too, it will be us who must be ready to fight, when the time comes.

We look out for one another. These are my people, but I am not theirs. They know it and so do I. I am a part of their world, and not of it. I am witch.

We must be fierce, and so must our witchcraft.