Being an urban witch ain’t easy
When i used to live in the countryside, celebrating the sabbats in a ‘pagany way’ wasnt difficult.
Aberdeenshire-Where i grew up
My home was surrounded by fields, trees and oldie places. five minutes walk from my house was an old ice house in a glade of trees that we would play in as kids. It looked like a hobbit hill and was really dark inside and unfortunately its magickal appeal was destroyed by the fact that alot of the time it smelled of pee.
Living in such a place meant that i could happily go walking through fields, and celebrate the seasons in privacy and solitude. I could even take my clothes off and lie in the sun without the worry of being seen. I disclosed my habits to my mum once who’s only response was ‘what if a randy farmer comes along?’. apparently my mum lives in…
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