Author: Shandai

  • Hermit Gone Wild

    They were sitting there among all the witchy paraphernalia and I was drawn to them. To be honest I’m not even sure if this is one of my decks or a former partners… or maybe it was a gift? They seemed too large for my hands as I shuffled, but I did it anyways because…

  • Divining The Now

    I’ve been dabbling lately with cards, both Tarot and Oracle. As a person whose brain embraces both science and the metaphysical equally it’s occasionally a struggle to truly believe the spirit is trying to say something to me (vs using the cards as a tool for self awareness and reflection) until you pull the same…

  • The Many Shades of Witch: The Long(ish) Story

    The Many Shades of Witch: The Long(ish) Story

    I am not gonna lie. There are many reasons why I am now being called back to my witchy path. The ‘short story’ that you see on the main page is a very VERY shortened version. First off I am going to confess something. Well, maybe not so much confess as divulge? I struggle with…

  • Out of the Cauldron into the Fire

    Out of the Cauldron into the Fire

    I have one of those personalities that when she decides to do something she is all in. Which is the blessing and curse of being a fire sign. Having that initial motivation is wonderful but when there is SO MUCH you are motivated to do it is easy to get overwhelmed and not know where…

  • One Step Turned Into Ten

    I have been a witch since before I even realized it. Looking back I think I have always had an awareness that I didn’t realize not everyone had. Embracing that sort of background spirituality has waxed and waned greatly in my time on earth, starting with creating potions in the back yard and communicating with…

  • Winter is Coming: a Poem

    Winter is Coming: a Poem

    For your reading enjoyment, a poem: Winter Is Coming Saw the first Snowflake Tasted it on my Eye Iciness nips and prods my soul Winter will not be denied Dead things have fallen Rest in Peace apon the ground Soon covered by Frost’s stronghand Made without a sound Darkness inhabits the North Crystalline white will…