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Elder Flowers..
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at June 10th, 2007 (07:41 pm)

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Halloween Witch..
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at October 30th, 2006 (01:57 pm)

current mood: angry

Because it hit me so profoundly and added a whole new perspective to the world's view of what a witch is, I needed to share this.

The Halloween Witch

Each year they parade her about ... the traditional Halloween witch. Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, and a toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled, knobby fingers twisted into a claw, protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.

Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind, or merely a Halloween caricature. I disagree. I believe this to be how witches were really seen.

Consider that most witches: were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness, to be presented by the light of day as a confessed witch.

Few, if any, saw a frightened, normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture. To be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her, and to give names or whatever would stop the questions. Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.

As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love ... all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body. The jeering crowds viewed the results of hours of torture. The face, bruised and broken by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone. Replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered, disfigured nose.

The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity gone. This was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a witch.

I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.

Each year I shed tears of respect.

Written by Angel ~ June, 1999 (Not sure who "Angel" is but this is a bit of text I think of at this time of year.)

thanks to Urbanpagan2 for this

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thoughts for the day...
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at October 10th, 2006 (03:24 pm)

current mood: mellow

In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

~Diane Ackerman

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by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at August 13th, 2006 (12:56 pm)

current mood: creative

"... so much more is there paradise is the scent of the green leaves at evening and in the appearance of the sea and in the redness of the sky; and there came to me a certain vision of a real world about us all the while, of a language that was only secret because we would not take the trouble to listen to it and discern it."
- A Secret in a Secret Place
Arthur Machen

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Days of the week..
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at June 9th, 2006 (09:33 pm)
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current mood: busy

not sure where I found this but its intriguing...

Origin of the Names of the Days of the Week

* Sunday: Sunnenday (Middle English translation of Greek Hemera heliou):
the sun's day,
* Monday: Monan daeg (Anglo Saxon, monan, moon; daeg, Anglo Saxon, day):
the moon's day,
* Tuesday: Tiwes daeg (Anglo Saxon Tiw, war god, related to Greek god
Zeus): Tiw's day,
* Wednesday: Woensdag (Danish, Woen, Woden, Chief Norse god, Frigga's
husband; dag, day): Woden's day,
* Thursday: Thursdaeg (Old English; Thorr, Icelandic, thundergod): Thor's
* Friday: Frigedaeg (Anglo Saxon; Frige, Frigga, chief Norse goddess,
Woden's wife): Frigga's day,
* Saturday: Saeterdaeg (Anglo Saxon; Saeter, Saturn, Roman god of time):
Saturn's day.

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The Invitation
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at June 9th, 2006 (09:21 pm)

current mood: awake

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

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Plants to gather at this time..
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at June 9th, 2006 (09:04 pm)

The following are easy enough to find in the country in the UK - not sure how easy they are abroad though ;o(

Elder flowers..

For a tea for feverish colds
for a lovely summer cordial or wine
To make fritters with

Elder leaves for bruises and sprains.


for coughs
for wound washes, rashes and sores

White Dead nettle flowers

for an external wash for eczema
or internally for irregular or excessive periods

Stinging Nettle

relieves symptoms of rheumatism and sciatica and urinary problems, lowers blood pressure and improves the circulation
also a diuretic. An iron rich tea for anaemia.
A poltice for eczema

If you need any recipies am happy to share ;o)

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The Witchcraft
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at June 9th, 2006 (08:28 pm)

current mood: enthralled

WE ARE THE WITCHCRAFT. We are the oldest organization in the world.
When man was born, we were. We sang the first cradle song. We healed
the first wound, we comforted the first terror. We were the Guardians
against the Darkness, the Helpers on the Left Hand Side. Rock
drawings in the Pyrenees remember us, and little clay images, made
for an old purpose when the world was new. Our hand was on the old
stone circles, the monolith, the dolmen, and the druid oak. We sang
the first hunting songs, we made the first crops to grow; when man
stood naked before the Powers that made him, we sang the first chant
of terror and wonder.

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The Witchcraft by John Whiteside Parsons 1943

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Tree Lore
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at May 20th, 2006 (07:06 pm)

current mood: creative

thought I'd share some files with you.
I'm doing a tree walk tomorrow teaching some newbies how to identify some of our local trees.
and since not everyong can make it I'm sharing the files with you.
the 3 Zip files are collectors cards you can print and cut out and take around with you.
Have fun

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Open the Door...
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at May 2nd, 2006 (02:56 pm)

current mood: mellow

Happy Beltaine to everyone
I found this beautiful page thanks to raven24
and thought I would share.
I'm sorry this is a bit big for those on dial up..


Love light and laughter

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