Awake, awake, you ancient watchers
Awake awake and let me in
Come down come down, from your waiting houses
Come down come down and let me in
~Sharon Knight
Here, at the end of all things,
let me start at the beginning and introduce myself. I am a native Texan, living in Ireland. My sense of Place is intricately and intimately tied with the land which is now known as south and central Texas. I was born on the coastal plain, a land that stretches wide, with clear vistas from horizon to horizon: fertile and verdant. Where big winds blow and the sky is a yawning expanse. Adopted at birth into a farming family, my youth was spent in isolation with nature. My nearest human neighbors were over a mile away, and I was the only child of an only child. I spent my days alone and barefoot, roaming creek bed, plowed field, empty barn, and lonely byway. My grandparents passed to me their wisdom: planting and harvesting by the moon and signs, cures, folk knowledge, and ancestral stories. Descendants of Welsh and ScotsIrish emigrants, they adhered to a system older than the society that swallowed them. I was fortunate to have been cocooned in their land of enchantment – 250 acres, and then some, to roam and explore – unfettered – nurtured by the accumulated lore of generation upon generation….of human and other-than-human persons. Love to you – always ❤
My blood seeks movement,
and I traversed the greet North American lands as a young adult, living and breathing in many regions. My heart pulled me toward mountain, desert, forest. I tasted and loved them all. As these things go, eventually the blood pulled wide – to Far lands across an ocean …..and some of them I have kissed. My bed is now in Eire, but how long She has me….only Fate knows. Deep in The Avondhu of east Cork, which escaped glaciation, my eyes seek and my ears are open. Surrounded by new voices, new ways….. I follow my mesolithic ancestresses blood.
I have always been pagan…… my grandmother infused my praxis as a witch….and my blood drives me back – into a misty past, where we were all once truly Human.
To Mabon and Gene;
Katie and Thomas;
Chilton and Love-Ann
…Victor, Cora, Gwydion:
None are forgotten
nothing fades forever
all that has past comes around again
For here, what is Remembered Lives
What Is Remembered Lives
Confessions of a Hedge Witch 