There are certain trees – moss-mapped books of striation – that offer heightened opportunities for augury. These are among my places of pilgrimage. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
January 20, 2024 at 12:29 PM
There are certain trees – moss-mapped books of striation – that offer heightened opportunities for augury. These are among my places of pilgrimage. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
Witchcraft, like most magic, is based on relationships. Therefore I will never apologise for developing intimacy with certain places, certain trees. For it is thanks to these spirited connections that my witchcraft works. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
April 29, 2024 at 10:39 AM
Witchcraft, like most magic, is based on relationships. Therefore I will never apologise for developing intimacy with certain places, certain trees. For it is thanks to these spirited connections that my witchcraft works. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
In the Grey Barrow, having made appropriate offerings for the dead, not all of the witch's conversations are necessarily with the spirits in the stone. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
February 7, 2024 at 8:55 PM
In the Grey Barrow, having made appropriate offerings for the dead, not all of the witch's conversations are necessarily with the spirits in the stone. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
The magics of hodology are not undone by a force as weak as tarmacadam. Enchantment is not disrupted by giving an old path a hard surface. The long memory of the land remains. – #EmilyBanting
April 28, 2024 at 10:32 AM
The magics of hodology are not undone by a force as weak as tarmacadam. Enchantment is not disrupted by giving an old path a hard surface. The long memory of the land remains. – #EmilyBanting
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January 31, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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A salt-hag knows coves and cliffs. She knows where to harvest wind-bullied herbs and tide-tossed omens. The rough-wooed lips of the land are home to her magics. She merely needs to stand still to hear augury in gull cry, whispers from the waves. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
July 14, 2024 at 9:49 AM
A salt-hag knows coves and cliffs. She knows where to harvest wind-bullied herbs and tide-tossed omens. The rough-wooed lips of the land are home to her magics. She merely needs to stand still to hear augury in gull cry, whispers from the waves. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
Some proclaim themselves the witch of a particular path. Myself, I consider the title Witch of the Ways more fitting as there are always fluid navigations across the land to be considered. Ours are the watery magics as well as those of earth.– EmilyBanting, 1982
November 16, 2023 at 10:41 AM
Some proclaim themselves the witch of a particular path. Myself, I consider the title Witch of the Ways more fitting as there are always fluid navigations across the land to be considered. Ours are the watery magics as well as those of earth.– EmilyBanting, 1982
For the witch, the wood is always wyrd. The wood is always full of green magics, root wisdom and spirited conversation. Our temples temples are tangled, are threshold. Our temples are living and strong. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
April 18, 2024 at 9:40 AM
For the witch, the wood is always wyrd. The wood is always full of green magics, root wisdom and spirited conversation. Our temples temples are tangled, are threshold. Our temples are living and strong. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
The witch doesn't navigate by 'pretty places', 'pleasant views'. She navigates by threshold, by those spots offering good conversation with genii locorum. Whether hedge portal, tree temple or scrying pond, her landmarks are alive with magic. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
February 29, 2024 at 1:40 PM
The witch doesn't navigate by 'pretty places', 'pleasant views'. She navigates by threshold, by those spots offering good conversation with genii locorum. Whether hedge portal, tree temple or scrying pond, her landmarks are alive with magic. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
We don't talk enough about the manners of magic. The import of asking permission before harvesting hedge or meadow. The need to thank swan for its gift of feathers for our cloaked workings. An ill-mannered witch devalues her relationships. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
May 24, 2024 at 9:50 AM
We don't talk enough about the manners of magic. The import of asking permission before harvesting hedge or meadow. The need to thank swan for its gift of feathers for our cloaked workings. An ill-mannered witch devalues her relationships. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
The salt-hag has her secret coves, her sentinel rocks. Places on the salted shore where the tides talk loudly, where the winds will answer her whistle. She walks in threshold intimacy. – #EmilyBanting
January 9, 2024 at 10:19 AM
The salt-hag has her secret coves, her sentinel rocks. Places on the salted shore where the tides talk loudly, where the winds will answer her whistle. She walks in threshold intimacy. – #EmilyBanting
Many churches on the coast keep to the old superstition of hanging specially blessed fishing nets across their door in belief that such 'witch nets' will deter entry by salt-hags and storm-callers. As if the determined witch is so easily thwarted. – #EmilyBanting #Witchcraft
April 16, 2024 at 1:15 PM
Many churches on the coast keep to the old superstition of hanging specially blessed fishing nets across their door in belief that such 'witch nets' will deter entry by salt-hags and storm-callers. As if the determined witch is so easily thwarted. – #EmilyBanting #Witchcraft
The witch walks the mysteries. The witch navigates by listening to the song of the land, the wooden choir of the wood. She converses with genii locorum and truly knows her place. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
April 22, 2024 at 2:36 PM
The witch walks the mysteries. The witch navigates by listening to the song of the land, the wooden choir of the wood. She converses with genii locorum and truly knows her place. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
The salt-hag climbs cliffs that are never likely to be part of any official coastal path. She walks with the wind. Listens to the waves bring her news from far shores, the deep palaces of below. She needs no broom to touch the sky. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
July 18, 2024 at 12:21 PM
The salt-hag climbs cliffs that are never likely to be part of any official coastal path. She walks with the wind. Listens to the waves bring her news from far shores, the deep palaces of below. She needs no broom to touch the sky. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
The witch inhabits a landscape crowded with genii locorum. Landmarks speak to her. Landmarks sing to her. She is in constant conversation with place. Tell me again that her magics are not natural and hear even the trees laugh at your idiocy. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
May 25, 2024 at 11:08 AM
The witch inhabits a landscape crowded with genii locorum. Landmarks speak to her. Landmarks sing to her. She is in constant conversation with place. Tell me again that her magics are not natural and hear even the trees laugh at your idiocy. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
The salt hag has a secret map of the coast. She knows coven coves, rocks regarded as neutral territory between land and King-Under-the-Sea's tidal teeth. She knows the spirits of cliff, the best places to harvest yarrow for turning her blood. – #EmilyBanting #Witchcraft
April 27, 2024 at 9:00 AM
The salt hag has a secret map of the coast. She knows coven coves, rocks regarded as neutral territory between land and King-Under-the-Sea's tidal teeth. She knows the spirits of cliff, the best places to harvest yarrow for turning her blood. – #EmilyBanting #Witchcraft
The witch's wanderance isn't just a harvesting of herbs and roots for tincture, a healing of future fevers. Our wanderance isn't only a gathering of omens and feral magics from the way. Our wanderance is a conversation with the land itself. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
June 5, 2024 at 1:42 PM
The witch's wanderance isn't just a harvesting of herbs and roots for tincture, a healing of future fevers. Our wanderance isn't only a gathering of omens and feral magics from the way. Our wanderance is a conversation with the land itself. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
The witch walks the wood and pauses under breeze-bullied showers of confetti. Moments on the pollination threshold where spring's turning is palpable. Our sense of nature dancing along the green edges of change will always fuel our magics. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
March 29, 2024 at 10:45 AM
The witch walks the wood and pauses under breeze-bullied showers of confetti. Moments on the pollination threshold where spring's turning is palpable. Our sense of nature dancing along the green edges of change will always fuel our magics. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
The witch lives in a world of fluid augury. She looks up for the cloud-telling of nephomancy. She looks to the hedge for thorn-telling of acutomancy. She looks to the river, for in its currents, the bletonomantic knowing of tomorrow – #EmilyBanting, 1982
March 15, 2024 at 8:48 AM
The witch lives in a world of fluid augury. She looks up for the cloud-telling of nephomancy. She looks to the hedge for thorn-telling of acutomancy. She looks to the river, for in its currents, the bletonomantic knowing of tomorrow – #EmilyBanting, 1982
The path of the witch is often solitary, but it is never friendless. Even in the cold scratching of winter the witch walks with the spirits of place, walks in conversation and communion with the land itself. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
January 12, 2024 at 1:36 PM
The path of the witch is often solitary, but it is never friendless. Even in the cold scratching of winter the witch walks with the spirits of place, walks in conversation and communion with the land itself. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
Each witch will take an intimate, personal lesson from spring's returning blooms that refuse the lingering cold, take advantage of every crack and hole in the walls. Mine is persistence and a spurning of those who would hold me back. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
March 22, 2024 at 9:34 AM
Each witch will take an intimate, personal lesson from spring's returning blooms that refuse the lingering cold, take advantage of every crack and hole in the walls. Mine is persistence and a spurning of those who would hold me back. – #EmilyBanting, 1982
The sky gifts me the cloud-telling of nephomancy. The field gifts me conversation ghost soil sprits. The wall becomes my threshold engine, an entrance into worlds beyond its border. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
February 4, 2024 at 12:03 PM
The sky gifts me the cloud-telling of nephomancy. The field gifts me conversation ghost soil sprits. The wall becomes my threshold engine, an entrance into worlds beyond its border. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #Witchcraft
The salt-hag's shore teaches her the constancy of change. She learns through both slow erosion and storm-flash transformation. In its wave-washing she knows the moon, the fluid connections to distant places. No book can give more instruction. – #EmilyBanting, 1981
March 23, 2024 at 9:10 AM
The salt-hag's shore teaches her the constancy of change. She learns through both slow erosion and storm-flash transformation. In its wave-washing she knows the moon, the fluid connections to distant places. No book can give more instruction. – #EmilyBanting, 1981
Some advocate witch-walking as a mental exercise, little more than a guided meditation. Not I. Witch-walking should put mud on your boots. Witch-walking should deepen relationships with the spirits of place, allow you to harvest wild omens. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft #WitchSky
June 20, 2024 at 9:38 AM
Some advocate witch-walking as a mental exercise, little more than a guided meditation. Not I. Witch-walking should put mud on your boots. Witch-walking should deepen relationships with the spirits of place, allow you to harvest wild omens. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft #WitchSky
The salt-hag does not abandon the shore during a storm. She also doesn't place herself in ridiculous danger by clambering onto her usual rocks. Mariners aside, the sea-witch knows more than anyone the life-taking power of wave and wind.– #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
December 7, 2023 at 10:38 AM
The salt-hag does not abandon the shore during a storm. She also doesn't place herself in ridiculous danger by clambering onto her usual rocks. Mariners aside, the sea-witch knows more than anyone the life-taking power of wave and wind.– #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday