31/10/2025
Today, as the Northern Hemisphere descends into Samhain and we in the South rise into Beltaine, the Earth reminds us that life and death are happening together, one breathes in while the other exhales.
And somewhere between those two worlds… the witches whisper.
The wise women. The healers. The midwives, herbalists, and priestesses who once held the threads of life, birth, death, and rebirth in their hands. They were the keepers of cycles, of blood, of herbs, of intuition.
Before patriarchy, these women were honoured, keepers of knowledge, protectors of the cycles, guardians of the feminine mysteries.
But as the world shifted to power-over instead of power-with, the feminine arts became dangerous.
Our bodies were shamed. Our intuition silenced. Our magic burned.
And the collective wound of that loss still echoes through us, in how we disconnect from our wombs, our cycles, our wild nature, our truth.
But we are remembering.
Every time a woman chooses a natural path for her healing, every time she reconnects with her body, every time she listens to her womb, steams, massages, drinks her herbs, or simply breathes and trusts herself, she’s lighting that ancient fire again.
So on this day (whether you are in the bloom of Beltaine or the stillness of Samhain), honour the witches who came before us, celebrate the sisters walking beside us, and keep tending the flame for the ones who will come after.
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