Uncanny Moon-Child

I wrote this a few days before moving out of my parents and in with my boyfriend... Bittersweet .  There are things that I will miss. I will miss my family, They have been the best housemates I could wish for. I will miss the hustling, bustling noise of their lives. Constant. Never-ending. There are things that I will miss. I will miss how my Grandmother waves me off to work every morning, And how all three generations of women have discussions about everything under the sun. I will miss spending time with Rusty; he seems on borrowed time. Cherished friend. Existing. There are things that I will miss. I will miss the house and the way it groans and whispers at night. The way the best view of the sunset is from my bedroom window. I will miss my bedroom and the safe space it has been. Comforting. Confining. There are things that I will miss. I will miss those spots in the garden where the world melts away, And the way the quince tree looks different every s...

Deep inside my heart I have been aware for a long time that something has been missing from my life. Something lacking. Something stopping me from being whole. I suspected what it might be when I started a certificate in counselling skills and was thrown into a close-knit group of women. Interaction was unavoidable and I felt out of my depth. I bonded with some beautiful women as we journeyed together, but in all honestly I knew I was still holding back. Last year just before Samhain I randomly discovered Lisa Listers book 'Witch'. I had never considered Witchcraft as a path to follow, and had reservations about anything claiming the word Feminism. I realise now that I held fear over that word because it meant accepting the feminine in myself and admitting that I deserved to embrace the power I had inside as a woman. I consumed the book within a few days and it ignited something in me that was long forgotten; my feminine energy and power. I had neglected, and even been c...