Concept: I live in an old creaky cottage with three massive wolfhounds. I wear exclusively long, soft cotton dresses and scratchy sweaters. My glass-walled greenhouse is bursting with all manner of plant life, and the folks from the village come to me for little spells and herbal remedies. The air always smells like rain.
Tag: witches
a concept: me, in my cottage, in front of the wood stove, sipping tea. looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expansive garden. my goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. i feel content with my choices and my future. i unconditionally and recklessly love myself. the local children believe i am a witch.
Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East.
Powers of Air and Invention, hear me.
Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the South.
Powers of Fire and Feeling, hear us.
Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the West.
Powers of Water and Intuition, hear us.
Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the North.
Powers of Mother and Earth, hear us.
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