Beltane Looming


And so I have paddled these last few months as a Seawytch.

Dipped my toes and tested the waters.

As said before, previously The Mistletoeoak, I have stepped out from under the shade of the oak tree and gone foraging along the shoreline.

Away from the comfortable known: my Druid path, my coven training, my hedgewytch heritage.

No book.

No training.

No elders to pass down wrinkles of knowledge.

Nothing to safely follow.  After all, stagnating in your comfort zone is a waste of your own potential and purpose.

And here I shall explore.


A sea grove.

It begins.



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