07/11/2025
The world seems Magickal in the morning mist today…
as if the veil is thinner, softer, tender to the touch.
The air itself feels like it’s humming—
a quiet song beneath the birdsong,
an invitation whispered through dew-kissed leaves.
There is something awakening here.
The trees know.
The soil remembers.
The wind carries secrets that only hearts, not ears, can hear.
Sisters of the Wild—
Barefoot dreamers, herb-gatherers, moon-callers—
This is a day for gathering.
For circling.
For lighting candles with intention,
for stirring tea with whispered blessings,
for laying our palms to the earth and feeling her pulse
steady and ancient
beneath us.
Let us meet in that place
where voice becomes breath
and breath becomes spells.
Where laughter rises like swallowflight
and grief is welcomed, held,
and then transformed.
Bring your drum.
Bring your stories.
Bring the version of yourself that needs rest,
and the one ready to bloom.
The mist is clearing just enough
for us to find one another.
Come.
Wild Witch Women's Circle - Autumn
www.lithawellbeing.com
The Circle is calling. 🌿✨
