Thursday, July 21, 2022

~ swept away ~

 
 
 
A new broom sweeps clean,
but an olde broom knows the corners....
~ Irish proverb
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
On Halloween, what bothers some
      About these witches, is how come
      In sailing, through the air, like bats
      They never seem, to lose their hats?
Hitchhiking owls, as we have seen,
      Ride nicely on this queer machine...
Another thing: if brooms can fly,
      Do witches keep them handy-by
      To sweep the kitchen floor with, say?
      Or do they have them locked away
      For private passage through the sky?

~David McCord (1897–1997), "Witch's Broom Notes"




 
~ Blessed be ~
Levora

Friday, May 6, 2022

~ Savage Daughter ~

 
 
 
 
 
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice
My mother's child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice
My mother's child dances in darkness
She sings heathen songs
By the light of the moon
And watches the stars and renames the planets
And dreams she can reach them
With a song and a broom
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice
We are all brought forth out of darkness
Into this world, through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
So sing them with voices if thunder and rain
We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice
We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice
We are our mother's savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother's savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice

This song was originally written and performed by Karen Kahan aka Wyndreth Berginsdottir.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiRnVmR6fJQ
 
~ Blessed be ~
Levora

Thursday, April 28, 2022

~ a little witch stitching ~

 
Today is a goode day to stitch outside....
on my porch, or on my patio.
 
 
 
 
yes. it is April...
just a few short weeks into Spring,
but
my heart and soul lives in Autumn 
and Hallowe'en is forever at the front of my mind.
 
✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂

~ some of my favorite designs that I've created have come from stitching outside....
quiet, still and contemplative...
 
 
 
 
 
near my herbs and flowers...
 
 
 
 
the wind whispers inspiration ~
always helping to inspire imaginary folk and long-lost friends...
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
thinking of new color palettes, linens...
healing spells and quotes for my 'crafting' ~
 
 
 
 
the simple act of pulling a needle attached to a strand of plain cotton...
through a ground-cloth of linen that I have hand-dyed with my own dyes 
and dried in the sun fills me with such joy!
 
 
wishing you all a day filled with quiet creativity 
and magical makings!
 
~ Blessed be ~
Levora

Friday, April 15, 2022

~ Foraging ~

Brightest Blessings goode folke...
it has been a while, hasn't it?
 
I've neglected this blog far too long ~
last night I dreamed of walking through a forest, foraging for mushrooms...
and knew somehow I needed to reconnect here.
 
kindly know, that I do not eat any mushrooms that are unknown,
and you should of course head that advice as well...




 


 
 
I'll be returning here on a regular basis from now on.
I've learned there is no better way that to just be who you are.

~ Blessed be ~

Levora

Monday, August 16, 2021

~ Be a Good Witche ~

 
 
 


 

 





 
 
 

 ☽☆☾
~ Blessed be ~
~ Levora ~

So much more to read....