I’ve had the most magical evening.
It’s 31st October 2023 - Halloween, or Samhain as I now like to refer to it.
3 generations of women (and girls) sat on my newly renovated, yet to be furnished living room floor - in circle, sipping ceremonial cacao around an altar, adorned with a pumpkin, candles, crystals, incense, and photographs of people (and pets) who we have loved and lost.
Last year at this time, I wrote a piece called ‘The Witch In Me’, which never left my drafts folder. It said:
These past 2 Octobers I have really found myself diving deeper into Autumn, the colours, the energy, the witchyness of it. I’ve always declared myself as a Summer girl (and I definitely feel happiest in the warm sun, in light flowy clothes and bare feet) but there is something calling me deep into the darkness, into the crossover of Autumn. I’ve been following my menstrual cycles for the past 3 years and that has led me to witness and appreciate all cycles, and seasons more.
As we approach All Hallows Eve/Samhain - names that somehow feel more aligned to me now than ‘Halloween’, which feels gimicky, I am enjoying the darker, deeper side of me that wants to really honour rituals and ceremony and sacred practices. I’m already into my own practices and mini rituals but there is something about this time of year that is giving me a power - the permission to really go with my desire to be, well, witchy. The Witch in me feels naughty, and exciting, and wise, and so connected to nature.
As I learn more and more about the history of women, of our power and innate connection with the divine - as the creative beings we are, whether we create and/or birth babies or not, I feel closer to something. Something I can’t name but something that feels like it’s in my blood. Something that has deep history. I love nature, she feels like my connection to a higher power than my own flesh on this planet, and so I’m learning to morph and mould like her, to shift and change, and I’ve realised that actually, all seasons are beautiful. Just as all my own seasons are beautiful.
At the moment I have this deep desire to be outside around a fire - a calling to be with a group of women, dancing, naked, in our full power, completely at one with life. I feel like there is something magical going on that I can’t grab hold of but that I’m trying to tune into. I see it very clearly in my mind’s eye and I feel it in my body - I want to jump into the image but I don’t quite know where or how yet.
This is not a version of womanhood or motherhood that I know, or have been modelled, or even get to witness regularly. It’s also not a way that my husband lives. So it can feel lonely as I creep inquisitively down each forest path, but it is certainly a way of being that I intend to share with my daughter. I look forward to honouring her first bleed with ceremony and celebration (and allowing the mourning of her baby years), just as we as a family honoured the removal of her Amber teething necklace the night before she started school - a ceremony that my husband actually really valued, to my surprise. I am excited to acknowledge these rights of passage, these transitions. Within me, and around me.
I like it here. This space feels right, natural, like home, although unfamiliar, but there is a deep longing to walk deeper into the woods.
When I’m not doing this stuff - sitting with my crystals, incense burning, noticing nature, drinking Cacao, connecting with that ‘force’, and I’m doing the ‘norm’, like life admin, buying school uniform, or anything that makes me feel like I’m conforming to a way society has set out for me, I feel off, disconnected and like I’m just ‘doing’ what I’m meant to be doing. So I seek to weave this way of being into my life more and more, and I’m learning more and more everyday and it feels like I’m always getting closer. To what? I don’t know, but I know I’m here to explore this and share it with you, and my daughter and whoever feels called to listen.
Writing this feels good. I’m taking a deep breath. It feels like a public declaration of my intrigue and desire.
My Witch doesn’t have a pointy hat, long fingernails and a wort on her nose, my Witch - me - has a strong beating heart, a body she loves, feet that squelch in the earth, food and herbs that nourish her and heal her, creativity and desire, movement and freedom, light and dark, and love: love for herself, love for the Earth, love for her people, love for life, and she wants to explore it all.
I’m ready.
As I sit here now, a year later, having just hosted an impromptu Samhain Celebration, which I hope to make a new tradition, I feel exactly what that me wanted to feel.
Reading it back has made me realise that over the last year I have been on a deep journey home to myself. I knew it was happening, so much so that I birthed my first online programme BECOMING WILD during that time, to guide other Mothers along their own rebirthing journey. I dove deeper and deeper into all those desires I had back then. Rituals and ceremony have become a very normal part of my day to day life now.
But tonight, this felt so familiar.
I felt like I’d been here before.
Yes I’ve hosted many Circles in my work now, (I’ve even danced around the fire with other Mamas, banging my drum - fully dressed so far) but this type of gathering to celebrate and honour what was previously just a commercial holiday (much like Christmas) - no teachings, no money exchange, just being in community with my 67 year old neighbour, my 6 year old daughter, and others in between, just felt so normal. I felt like I’d arrived home.
Since that frist writing, I’ve done a lot more research and learning about the history of women, the Witch wound, the Mother wound, I even teach about it in my programme. So now this is me.
That yearning I had last year actually manifested this year. I sat in ceremony with my daughter and friends, honouring the dead, the darkness and what it meant to be a woman thousands of years ago and pondering how it will be for our sons, daughters and grandchildren.
It was truly magical.
I have very much arrived home.
I know there is more growth and expansion and yearnings, there always is, but right now I feel so content - happy in my skin, in this body I was given, here on this Earth, in this lifetime.
I’ve arrived back where I was meant to be (or maybe I’ve been here before, or maybe my ancestors are showing me how it was).
May I always continue to follow my true path.
May I continue to guide others towards their true path.
And may I sit in Circle with incredible women (and men) for many Samhains to come.
So mote it be.
Emma x
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