In the depths of the night, the spirits howl through the voice of the wind. The dreamcatchers on the trees and the moonflower softly shift, and the chimes sing a tune… The spirits are calling me to dance with them once again.
In the center of the circle I light the sacred anointed candles and start to dance, my movements are free, serpentine, birdlike, houndlike as I circumambulate calling the animal spirits to protect the space. I share some pomegranate tea with the underworld gods and communicate with them through art, cartomancy and song.
I have danced with the spirits since before I ever took on the title of witch, but the first time that the word rolled from my tongue in ritual was when I was 12. I had always felt an affinity for the spirits, for animals and for plants, and from the earliest of times I remember always collecting feathers, from the garden, from the school yard, from the side of the road, they had always held magic for me, even before I understood how deeply powerful that magic was.
As a child, before discovering Witchcraft and paganism I had many powerful dreams, magic was in my blood, in my bones, and I had to express it, let it out, the spirits were calling and I had to answer.
I had lived in the liminal spaces that are governed the spirit world, a haunted home filled with a darkness that turned into a vortex of destruction and desolation, and a home filled with the magic and power of the nature spirits.
Cemeteries and Wild Nature called to me, the spirits therein seemed to sing the tune in my bones like flutes, the spiders, the wild flowers, the spirits of the weird and wonderful would trace their pattern on my soul, but it would be a while before I began to explore outside of Wicca.
After the Death of my father I began to tread a much different path, a path of the gods that had been tracing their patterns in my veins since before I could properly recognise them, suddenly all my gothic accoutrements and love of the macabre began to take on a deeper meaning.
During University I began to experiment with esoteric art, I would lace some of my paintings and drawings with dragonsblood ink and would often use wine to induce states of artistic frenzy. Unfortunately university also drained my passion for art, when art becomes something that is marked for a grade it loses its potency and power and becomes nothing more than a fight against another institution. My art began to suffer and I changed my credits so that my passion wouldn’t be stifled completely.
I had been writing poetry since I was 12, inspired by Tolkien and preteen angst. Much of my older poetry is angry, vitriolic and somewhat embarrassing, but after a while I started writing devotional pieces for my gods and the spirits.
It was only since my move in 2012 that my art and poetry started to develop in the direction I wished to take it, and I still experiment with the lacing of my paints with magically charged substances.
Nightshade is a family of plants that possess a toxic quality, it is a large family of plants that includes potatoes, tomatoes, tobacco and the other Solanacae. This is my chosen name, and like the title Witch, I embrace all the qualities and connotations of Nightshade and Witch.
I am a gardener and have cultivated in my garden along with traditional garden and kitchen herbs such as Lavender and mint, strawberry and blackberries, the more poisionous plants such as Euphorbia Miili. Datura stramonium, oleander, and Brugmansia, I have often been called a plant collector for all of my various pot plants both magical and gothic.
I have a degree in the Bachelor of Performing and Visual arts, in third year I majored in English Literature and Art History in my final year I majored in Arts marketing and management, and Art Criticism. I have done two years of Fine Arts as part of the credits of my degree. Much of my focus was on Feminism, the body and gender.
I love to craft, and Stitch magic/sewing magic is often a comfort to me.
This blog is a reflection of my growth. You will find rants, raving’s, musings and opinions of a witch. You will also find book reviews, recipes, spells and rituals. There are a few smatterings of gothiness across this blog, which will include sewing, outfit posts for challenges and decoration for the home, most of all you will find the ways in which I have grown in the three years since beginning The Purple Broom, how much more of myself I have become, how like the butterfly I have been able to transform, metamorphose into the witch, artist, poet and writer that I am currently.
I live in the southern hemisphere and I celebrate the seasons as they happen in my yard, not as the books tell me to, I no longer follow a Wiccan path but a Wild one, much influenced by the writing of Clarissa Pinkola Estes and the spirits on my doorstep.
My Witchcraft is spontaneous, poetic, artistic, wild, it is the witchcraft of cottage witches and Spirit worship, I dance with Jackal Gods, Wolf Gods, Serpent Gods, liminal gods, gods of dance, death, love and passion, I honour the small gods, the small spirits the spirits in my garden, the spirits in the feathers, the spirits in the parks and the wild growth in the velds and along the side of the roads, I honour the ancestors, the dead, and I give offerings to the restless and unknown spirits too.
As my eyes fill with sleep, I snuff the light of my candles and bow my thanks to the spirits leaving the libations and offerings on the doorstep to be poured and scattered at the roots of old trees in the morning.
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