Y'all know that I really admire John Beckett, aka the author of Under the Ancient Oaks on Patheos. Often, something he muses upon fires up something in my own brain and I have to speak to it. His latest article "Sigil Magic: Did The Spell Work?" really hit for me. Of course, I took this a different direction (sorry, John, you know my wandering), but the question kept creeping up in my mind: how do we know if it could have?

Join me on the porch, Batchildren, to think through the other side of this coin.

Love y'all like chicken,
Seba

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Well, y'all, I meant to write about moon magic. But then, I turned on the mic and this just fell out of my soul.

But, it’s relevant to where we are in this country right now, where I’ve been in my journey and battle against the patriarchy, and how its tendrils can slip around your life without much pomp or circumstance. It’s just insidious like that.

Save a chicken, fry the patriarchy, Witches!!

Love y'all like chicken! xoxo Seba

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Sometimes, the price of "love" is too dear, Batchildren. What have we given up, as Witches?

Hope y'all are okay tonight. I know how the cognitive dissonance between what we believed was real and what is showing up can make you feel crazy. Fight like hell, Batchildren, to find your ground.

P.S.: Maybe, I hope, America will get her voice back one day.

Love y'all like chicken, Seba

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Y'all, I thought I was just doing a quick episode that would amount to not much, but I like this one. It's something I've thought about for a long, long time.

Remember: don't strive for bippity, boppity, boo. Go for the long haul. Be the Witch you were born to be.

Love y'all like chicken,
Seba

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Well, y'all, I got a listener letter from a Batchild. I hope they know how much I resonated with losing everything and having to rebuild. At the end of the day, turn to spiders, darling one.

Love ya like chicken,
Seba

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Well, y'all: I'm canning and popping beans and am covered in sweat most days, but it feels like resistance to me. Y'all know my stance on this, but here's a little more about the magic of preserving the energy of Litha/Summer Solstice as the wheel begins to wane.

Love y'all like chicken, Seba

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Do we really get a do-over? And if we do, what do we lose? Sometimes, the universe knows exactly what she's doing.

Snuggle in, y'all. Time to talk about the past, and how we are creating it with every flutter of our wings.

(I meant to come back to this for more sound edits, but to hell with it. Raw work it is!)

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Snuggle in, Batchildren. We chatting about bravery in the face of monsters, finding protection in the most unlikely shapes, and forging forward in a storm. You are already brave enough, Witch.

Special shoutout to my grandchild and my new best friend, a rat snake named Winifred.

Love y’all like chicken, Seba

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Trigger Warnings, all around: this episode is about abuse every single kind of it.

My daughter has come home to heal. It's been nearly twelve years since I've wrapped my arms around her, but Mother's Day changed that. She is broken, bleeding, and in need of support.

I will be posting her Freefunder here. She is the direct recipient--and she is more than worthy of support.

I don't think I did her story justice in this podcast. My voice sounds strained, unlike myself, and for that I apologize. The emotions kept getting in the way, especially as I see a maternal story (curse?) being passed down to my daughter. It's not okay. And this is, most assuredly, a Witch issue, Batchildren.

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We've all done it, haven't we? Just went ahead with our normal warding practices, not one thought to whether or not they even could still hold water--much less, something nefarious.

Snuggle in and let's chat about rotted boards, broken entryways, and our own complicity when it comes to protecting what we matters.

Love y'all like chicken-, Batchildren.

xoxo, Seba

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Beltane cupcakes!

What’s a kitchen witch to do when her favorite pickled ginger is not in stock? You know the answer. Here’s my version of pickled ginger, made special with a bit of dried hibiscus flowers from the garden.

Winter nights are rough, y’all.  I’m a spring baby and ridiculously seasonal, meaning I may seem fine, but deep down inside I’m sobbing in my pillow like a child.  My grandma was like this, too—just cannot seem to get right in the colder months. 

Okay, y’all. Sometimes we are just flat out worn down by the world and don’t have the time to make EVERYTHING from scratch. So here you are, beaten by work and chilled to the bone and hungry as hell. Well. If you have frozen ravioli, cheese, and some sort of pasta sauce: you’ve got this.

Y’all, it has taken me 53 years to make pepper jelly. I’ve made almost every other kind under the sun, but the omission of this one has almost lost my Southern card for me. That’s alright: better late than never.

For about three years, I was under a cornbread curse. Yup. I couldn’t remember the ratios of the recipe, more than anything, but also tried to use an off-brand flour and baking powder. No matter what I did, the cornbread (while okay) was not the one that made me swoon.