Women of Magic

Mystics & misfits

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This comes as a companion to my own celebration as I enter a rite of passage into the crone phase of my life. Many of the women of magic who are emerging from the forests have that trepidation running through their DNA. Through the gentle connection, healing and deep inner knowing that those times are over we can arrive from a place of peace, wisdom, strength and courage.

Women of magic are emerging from the forest.

They blink into the sunlight, they feel the dappled light upon their pale skin that has been hidden from sight.

They have known the most terrible danger and persecution, they have seen the worst, they have choked on their truth.

They have been shamed and shook and humiliated in public, they have been left alone bruised and broken.

They did not see it coming, they did not know to be afraid. Until in their heart of hearts and souls they felt it.

They felt the entrapment like a moth to a flame, they felt the ropes that bind and tie tight.

They felt the sickness that came over them when they could not use their power, they felt the madness that came from not being free.

There came upon the wind a change, there came upon the breeze a whisper and the lightest of brushes against the skin.

Weave your magic

“You are here to bring out the very best of your kith and kin.

To weave your magic, to soothe your own brow, to take no more nonsense, you are remembering how.

To fire up the cauldron, to dust off your cape, you have fortunes to tell, spells and potions to make.

This time it will be different there will be no urgent knocking at the door.

Instead you will welcome those that are now eager to know more,

who seek your medicine, who come with their ailments, who care not for the past.

You are coming alive, you are free from danger at last.

Take a moment to remember those that came before, that sacrificed everything, that had only memories of the blood and the gore,

of being taken down a lane with no way out, herded like cattle, they were abandoned to their fate.

You have wiped away their tears, you have put healing hands upon their scars. You have caught them tightly in your grasp and let them cry freely upon your shoulder.

You have let them know that you are ready to share their wisdom, now that you know their truth, and you are older.

Mystics & misfits

The mystics and the misfits are coming out of the forest, there is no need to hide, they did it all for us.

Now we return the favour by standing in their name, we let the magic rise up, we let everyone know why we came.

There is not a day goes by when they will not be by your side, they are grateful and peaceful, they feel blessed that you have come along for the ride.

Take a moment to honour those that came before, light a candle, say a prayer and lay flowers on the moor.

Stand and look at the moonlight, wash your face in the dew and know that as you stand in the garden of remembrance that they will honour you too.

As you sense, feel, touch and know their presence, you share a silent thought for those that did not make it,

you hold them in your heart and you vow and promise not to foresake them.

Magical delights

As the sun begins to rise on the dawning of a new day, rejoice in all that you are and the difference you came to be.

You can find a new sense of belonging as you sit under the wise, ancient oak tree.

It shakes its branches and it remembers the old ways, it shows you the path through the mist and the haze.

It points out the treasures that are hidden in plain sight, the berries to forage, the places to find pure magical delight.

Now you are wonder, now you are magic, no more living in a past that was so tragic.

You show yourself, you show it all, you are proud of where you have come from, you are ready to be more.

You stand in the flower meadow and hold your hands to the sky, let the warming sun let you know that you are so alive.

Bless the trout in the brook, the hare on the brow of the hill, take the hidden path that leads to to the old forgotten mill.

Find the buried secrets left by those that were here before, leave the door open, let the light in and carry the fear no more.

Have the courage, have the strength, have the mirror upon the wall. Each time you look, you will see that it was all worth fighting for.

You see them in your eyes, you see them in your hair, you see them in the way that you smile and you see them standing there.

A hand upon your shoulder, a protective light around you swirls, you can step into the future, one that you, she and so many others deserve.

Rite of passage

As the sun begins to set you are called to the great outdoors, you dance naked round the bonfire, you swirl and dance for this very night of magic and mystery is yours.

You are no longer a girl, a women, but a crone, you have stared death in the face, you have travelled far to come home.

You cast your shadow into the night, you honour your ancestors, you honour their might.

There is nothing of the past for you to take forward, a new chapter begins, a new beginning, a new LIFE emerges.

As you walk through the flames the sweat falling from your brow, you are given a vision, you are given who you are now.

As the doubt and confusion gently melt away, you are changed, you are lighter and you are no longer afraid to be here, to speak up and to stay.

Welcome to you, welcome you are no stranger, you are out of the woods and all out of danger.

You take a sip from the sacred cup of wine, you raise a glass to Mother Mary, you place a gift at her shrine.

She is the one that sits and prays with you sister, there is so much love here and I share it with you.

We came to make magic and that’s what we must do.

As we gather under the pale moonlight, our voices rise in unison, we hold each other tight,

within this circle that cannot be broken, the chorus rings out, “we are here, we have spoken".

Blessings of love and magic,

Louise x

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