Witches Sabbat

Tread Light and Run Through The Fire

Content Notes: I do use the word “crazy” from time to time because I identify with that word as a mentally ill person. I also talk frankly about burnout, violence (in a dream), trauma, and similarly heavy topics. If there is something you need a specific content warning on, please let me know and I will add it. Continue reading

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Spiralrunning at the Witches Sabbat

The last leg of the drive to Raven’s Knoll occurred in some of the thickest fog I’ve ever seen outside of the coast of Nova Scotia, and we could barely see three feet ahead of the windshield. I told my partner I’d blow the fog away, and he responded that he doubted my otherworldly abilities go that far. I teased him that I found his lack of faith in the force disturbing, just before I checked in with my breath, bringing my focus to every exhale. The fog lifted for brief stretches, a veil scattering the light from the car’s high beams which my partner flicked on and off. I suddenly announced, though I couldn’t see for shit through the fog: “The Knoll is right here on our left!” startling my driving partner and our friend O riding with us in the backseat. We had to pull a U-turn to double back to the entrance, and O asked me how I could be sure this was the place, as we could not see the sign that usually heralded the Knoll’s entryway. For lack of better words, I just did. Continue reading

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Shady pine trees and rivers of light: The Witches Sabbat at Raven’s Knoll 2016

The fire, the conifers, the constant chorus of cicadas, frogs, and toads. The pine needles that coat the forest floor, a soft tapestry soaked in cedrus deodara that protects and nourishes. I learned long ago that many conifers do indeed drop their needles (and sap), like many deciduous trees, and that this act is both aggressive, and protective. The needles soak the ground in pine essential oils, changing the acidity levels of the soil and killing harmful microbes and bacteria. Plants that cannot stand the pH of the pine needles will not grow here, and will be killed, but many other plants and creatures flourish here, protected by the pines that reach upwards and onwards for the sun. Continue reading

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Reflections on Bioregional Animism, Consent and Power Dynamics (Raven’s Knoll 2015)

When I first encountered magic, it was the seductive appeal of might and agency that first caught my attention. It’s about power. We crave it, we want it, we need it. The intricacies, oddities and quirks of the craft are what sustained my fascination after the initial coup de foudre, but undoubtedly, looking back at my young self, still very much a child, I wanted to live and breathe magic because it was power. Continue reading

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