There’s something about late September that always wakes the wild woman in me.
Maybe it’s the way the air shifts from no longer summer’s heavy breath but a crisp whisper, scented with woodsmoke and possibility. Maybe it’s the whisper of Samhain on the horizon, the ancient new year of witches and wise ones. Or maybe it’s the deep, ancestral knowing that this is the season to return to ourselves and to gather what we’ve grown and decide what’s worth carrying forward into the dark.
The truth is, this time of year always feels like a homecoming. (My name is Autumn, after all).
I’ve been busy weaving other strands of magic lately (looking at you, CT Witch Crawl đź‘€), but now I feel the pulse of the Priestess calling me back. It’s time to rise again and breathe new fire into this space. I have ideas for classes, for prompts, for things that I can’t wait to share with you all. They’re coming as soon as my little fingers can type them out.
Consider this your invitation to stand shoulder to shoulder with me as we cross the threshold into the dark half of the year; not shrinking, not silencing, but blazing brighter than ever.
The wild path is waiting.
Let’s walk it together?