Whenever I hear people repeat the received opinion that the witchcraft trials were all about men suppressing powerful, educated, or outspoken women/midwives, I think of the Pendle witch trials and sigh. ๐ ๐
I'm so tired of people only talking about politics. I want to talk about trees. Did you know that plants have photoreceptors and can tell if you're wearing a red shirt or a blue shirt? DID YOU?!
It's such a good example of how absolutely messy the real history was in so many places. Women accusing women. Neighbors accusing neighbors. Daughters accusing mothers. Hell, one girl accused herself of witchcraft, after a man she was mad at...fell over one time.
Saying witch accusations were all about controlling women and suppressing femininity or paganism or divine feminine or whatever, fits more into a fantasy novel than history.
History shows that "witches" were Christians (sometimes devote ones, including priests) who were victims of pettiness, revenge plots, ableism, xenophobia, jealousy, and hysteria.
Someone recently told me there is no value in living in a place *only* because it is beautiful. After 6 months, you will just stop noticing the view. But I think it has to do with who you are.
Please, love yourselves. Just a little. In this photo, 10 years ago, I believed I was ugly, fat, awkward, dumb, unlovable, untalented, my parents had just died, and I was facing a cancer diagnosis.
Looking back, I just want to hug him. So, so hard โค๏ธ
In Pendle (like Salem) women were just as likely, if not more likely, to use witch accusations as a means of hurting other women, even ones they were related to.
By the same stroke, being a priest was the most dangerous profession for a man, as far as witchcraft accusations went.
If people didn't like you, then you were at risk.
Even the hysteria of the Salem Trials (and theories of ergot poisoning) distracts from the more common cause of witchcraft accusations: pure maliciousness.
You weren't born on this rock hurtling through space just to smile politely and please people. Fight the system. Disappoint your parents. Have hobbies you can't capitalize. Lose followers. Wander the wild and photograph nothing. Become something that the world cannot eat. ๐
Trying to explain to my husband, a life coach, that I don't want goals or a life purpose. I want to be left alone to lay down on the forest floor and turn slowly into moss.
@lynch_ek
@wildwalkerwoman
That's insane. In NZ its the opposite, you wouldn't be allowed to bring your kid to school.. youd all be locked inside for 14 days and the govt would ring you every day to make sure your all staying put. Your kid would need 2x negative covid tests to be permitted to return
Today was hard. The sort of day that took bits of you away from yourself. Can we just sit for a moment, share a hot cup of tea, and wait quietly together for the world to feel better again?
๐จ Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi
I want adulthood to feel more magical than it does. Where is the mystery? Why does no one ask me to solve a riddle before I enter a building? When was the last time I made a potion?
๐จ Chiara Bautista
"What if I'm too tired to walk anymore?" she asked.
"Just keep going," said the moose.
"Ask for a ride!" said the Fox King.
"And eat anyone who tries to stop you," the wolf grinned.
๐จ Sebastian McKinnon
I think I've reached the point in my professional career where the next step in my 10-year plan is to move to the mountains and forget human language.
๐จ Andy Kehoe
On the Thursday before Easter, Swedish Easter Witches would take their cat, a copper kettle full of hot coffee, and their broom to fly to Blรฅkulla Island for a night of fun, revelry, and magic.
Whose coming? ๐งโโ๏ธ ๐งน
๐จ Jenny Nyrstrรถm
Feeling that social media is too negative? Maybe curate your feed a little. Follow creators who are archeologists, painters, gardeners, chefs. I just watched a botanist explain the history of wisteria plants, and I'm utterly enchanted. ๐ผ
Suggest a creator in the comments โค๏ธ
Some of us have a little cat magic mixed in with the human; our dreams are full, with playing, with hunting, with shadow games.
๐จ Trina Schart Hyman
Spells aren't in books. They are inside trees, in feathers and snow. Reach into the soil and you can probably pluck one out - still warm and breathing.
๐จ David Wyatt
Remember: the world is still full of humans who are growing things, healing others, writing stories, dreaming, and falling in love. ๐ธ
๐จ Sean Lewis
Normalize not thriving.
Life isnโt always meant to be optimized. We arenโt always meant to feel good. Itโs ok to feel low. To prioritize self-care and rest. To hunt down your fellow man. To make contracts with dark spirits and live in the forest.
It's all OK.
All I want now is to spend a crafty weekend with a bunch of witches making brooms, carving wands, weaving flower crowns, and sharing soup recipes ๐ผ๐งน
It's with a sad heart to let you all know that soon the cottage will vanish into the wildwood, never to be found again.
Recent posts by Muskavado have made it impossible to remain here.
Over the next week I will be baking, whispering, witching, and deciding where to from here.
I'm tired of being serious and going to work. Let's have brownies for breakfast, cast love spells, hex the villagers, and have midnight margaritas before bed.
I'm only one mental health crisis away from moving to the seaside, building the "Practical Magic" house, and living out my days as a witchy aunt that meddles in everyone's love lives.
I couldn't travel to new and strange places, so I had to surround myself with new and strange things instead. Then, I became a little strange myself
๐จ David Wyatt
Lost a few hundred followers after yesterday's post, and I couldn't be more delighted.
My prayer is that more people will speak truth to power, hex the patriarchy, walk widdershins, eat the rich, save those we can save, and lose a lot of followers in the process. ๐
Watching "You Won't Be Alone", a film about a young witch who leaves the forest to live with villagers, hidden amongst them, to learn what it means to be human.
I wish all movies felt like magic and poetry.
Farewell to our half cat Midnight, who "officially" belonged to our neighbor, but whose home was many places - including, sometimes, our house.
May your wanderings continue, free of boundaries, fences, and locked doors, wherever you wander next, little one.
๐จ Lily Seika Jones