‘Tis the Season of the Witch. Expect disobedience.. Expect wet, composting, leaves in her barefoot tracks. Water splashed across the bathroom when she enters her imaginary waterfall caves.. Expect the kind of woman who animates her surroundings. Tearing flares in the veils for the Unseen to be revealed. Cracking open Prima Mater. A woman dancing with the fire, ignited by thunderstorms, digging her teeth into the seasonal harvest and rebirthing herself with the Morning Dew. Expect a rainbow~spectered nervous system reflecting the pulsating waves of Mother Earth. BellyWalk and EarthSpeak. A continous dance~off~and~on with the Nature Spirits, falling exhausted to the ground after playtime. Expect the dishes to remain dirty as the house is painted with muddy traces of forest adventures, and fresh bruises from tumbling across rocks and roots. Fermentations, fire cider and fierce flavors. Raindeer antlers and masi quartz guarding the altar.. Deep dialogues with Crystals.. and multidimensional journeys to meet with their Masters.. Free fallin’ into the glowing embers and creative chaos. WitchHunt ~ a’ hunting for the lessons of lost, the spells and elixirs hidden in our DNA and myceleal undergrowth. Amanita Magenta Solve et Coagula Regenerera Vulva Evolva ~ Swāhā ~ Wow. Expect to see the amethyst and scarlet flames rage in her Iris. Labradorite~ and ritual ravens fluttering in the creases of her clothing, woolen wraps and hooded cloaks.. Black ink chariots riding across pages of white paper as she opens to receive the soothing and ravishing streams of Source. And then ~ periods of deep and lasting peace as she unwinds in rest - having given birth to Universes. ‘Tis the season of the Witch. Expect disobedience.