Hey, y'all, I hope you had a wonderful Summer Solstice/Litha! Thank you again for letting me take that weekend off-- I really needed to focus and be in that moment.

We talked from the porch about this jumping off place for the second half of the year and I have thoughts about what that means, especially for this old witch. In considering the time to stop just holding the door against asshattery, it has occurred to me that I had misplaced my sword.

It was packed away, a bit dusty, but I found it.

Love y'all like chicken! Seba

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Y'all, it's sweltering down here. I saw stars today, and not the fun kind, working out in the yard.

Let's talk about Midsummer, aka Litha, and the harvests we forget to revel in as the longest night approaches.

There's only one way to go from there, Batchildren. I plan to wallow in every sweaty moment of it.

Love y'all like chicken,
Seba

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This one is a bit short, y'all, as I am still cleaning up the aftermath of a freak storm out here. I know y'all remember me saying that "something wicked this way comes," and turns out it to be right on the money.

But I've got a plan. Hope y'all are hanging in there--hope you enjoyed my weird ramble in the clover last night over on Patreon--and I'm standing right back up with a walking stick.

Love y'all like chicken, as always,
Seba

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Sorry, y'all: it was time. I've watched Witches let go of their magic click by click and needed to finally speak to this issue.

So, what is the relationship between art and magic? And, more importantly: what are the threats to that sacred connection?

Send me your thoughts on this one.

Also, and this is important: thank you so much for supporting this podcast. It's one of the ways that I attempt "art," and you are the reason I keep going. Love y'all like chicken!

xoxo Seba

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There's a lot I'm not free to say here, y'all. But what I can push out into the world is this: Elders, specifically the Witch and Pagan kind, have more work to do.

And I'm not done talking about this.

Back to my farm I go, and I love y'all like chicken. xoxo, Seba

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Snuggle up, Batchildren. We're chatting about our beloved (and sometimes not so beloved) dead tonight. When we ask the land to accept their bones, both hypothetical and very, very real, there is a responsibility that we take on in that covenant.

Let's take a walk to our cemeteries, shall we?

Love y'all like chicken,
Seba

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Hey, y'all: I'm super tired tonight, so this is just a ramble about what's going on in this old witch's life. I've been noticing warning signs lately and am getting to work, tracking and locating the "boogieman" on this one. It may be more of a wander than usual.

Hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day! (Also, I know I need to get y'all a porch talk--will do by Wednesday.)

Oh, and this one has a new "outro." With all the AI manipulated content out there, I thought I'd make my own stance clear as a podcaster and a Witch.

Love y'all like chicken,
Seba

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Melissa, a Batchild and long-time listener, sent in a letter a while back that asked me how I "deal with living around the horrible selfish, cheeto-chompers in the deep south?" I have endeavored to answer that question the best way I know how.

Hope y'all's Beltane was beautiful! Mine was small and potent, but incredibly magical.

Love y'all like chicken! Seba

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As promised, Batchildren, I dug in a little deeper. What is the difference between sacrifices and offerings, but more than anything: why are they not payment for services rendered?

Snuggle up on the porch and let's thing about that. Love y'all like chicken! Seba

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TW: I discuss the moment my grandma died.

I've thought about this for a while, as my tendency to brace myself and grit my teeth in the face of hard places in my life is real. And somewhere along the way, I often miss something beautiful by doing so.

Love y'all like chicken,
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.