witchhazel.

“—On summer evenings, to linger solitary, to keep tryste with the rising moon, or taste one kiss of the evening breeze, or fancy rather than feel the freshness of dew descending—”

“We understand shadows. We recognize the shape Of what once made us”

“Lovely-eyed. Death-touched. Witch.”

“Do not cringe and make yourself small if you are called the black sheep, the maverick, the lone wolf. Those with slow seeing say a nonconformist is a blight on society. But it has been proven over the centuries, that being different means standing at the edge, means one is practically guaranteed to make an original contribution, a useful and stunning contribution to her culture. When seeking guidance, don’t ever listen to the tiny-hearted. Be kind to them, heap them with blessings, cajole them, but do not follow their advice. If you have ever been called defiant, incorrigible, forward, cunning, insurgent, unruly, rebellious, you’re on the right track. Wild Woman is close by. If you have never been called these things, there is yet time. Practice your Wild Woman.”

“It was a soft October night,”

“I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring”

“Lovely-eyed. Death-touched. Witch.”

“He appears often unexpectedly by tradition, at the moment of inception between the witch’s leaving of the path of ordinary life, to cross the threshold unto the crooked path of the Wise. It is the ‘Dark Man’ or the ‘Man in Black’ who guides the witch across this threshold upon the path of Return, which is the path away from the established order of 'the world of men’, back via the way of the wild and the 'Other’ unto reunion with the company of the spirit, power and the primal source of 'All’.”

“On an October night when witchery can occur…”