Personally, I don’t mind if there are spots on my roses if it means that I can eat them. Real work often comes at the cost of aesthetics within an authentic witch life—although, the result can end up being downright breathtaking. So snuggle in and let me tell you a story that starts with, as usual, a plant. Ready?
Read MoreHey, y’all. Sorry that this one is a bit late . . . it was a hard one. I’ve thought for a very long time about why the “Pagan” designation is critical to my Craft, and today I answer that as best I can. It is, in the end, the roots that grow me—wherever that might might be. Join me on the porch to talk about propagation, the nature of Paganism, and a story about the loss that changed the trajectory of my life.
Episode notes:
TW: This episode speaks to the loss of a child and termination of pregnancy.
Well, y’all, this past week as been a mess—but things are on their way up. As usual, I’m just sitting with a microphone and sharing the bumps and narrows of daily witch life. We’ve had “surprise” chickens, a very sick member of my family, a runaway rabbit, and torrential rains. It got to me a little. Join me on the porch to chat about navigating life’s clusterclucks—and why I can’t share the exact details of the spell that pulled me through.
Read MoreY’all, for a long time now, I’ve listened to Rising Appalachia while working my garden, walking the land, and finding my peace out here in the woods. One day, I saw something new coming out of their work: a collaboration of women called Starling Arrow. This wondrous group (featuring Leah Song and Chloe Smith of Rising Appalachia, Tina Malia, Ayla Nereo, and Marya Stark) came together during the darkest part of the 2020 pandemic. The result is nothing less than magical. One of these songstresses agreed to come onto the podcast in the middle of her busy schedule—and I couldn’t be more honored.
Read MoreI know I've told y'all before that to have a good death automatically means to have a good life. This is what I meant by that. The longer I live, the more that I believe this. Settle in on the porch and let’s chat!
Love y'all like chicken,
Seba
Read MoreY’all, this week is just a green love letter back to everyone. As I wanted to give my platform for the Camp Hill Disaster for the week, I wanted to offer a little extra time for plants, plants, plants! So, settle in, Batchildren, and let’s chat about peppers, yucca, and all things growing.
Read MoreThis one breaks my heart, y'all. I'm taking a break from talking about witchcraft for the week, mostly because I want to give my platform over to those who need it right now. Camp Hill is right down the road from me: a town that is 90% African American and 100% in trouble right now. My friend, Warren Tidwell, has quit his paid job to be on the ground and in person for these wonderful folks. After the hail storm that ravaged most of the homes and cars in Camp Hill, another tragedy struck: the Dadeville shooting. Two of the town’s beloved teens were tragically hurt in that shooting. Please bear with me as I hand over my podcast to an interview with Warren--and please, share the podcast on this one. They need us.
Read MoreI’m gearing up to do some fairly risky/exciting things this year, and so it seemed natural to talk about the other three-point shots I’ve made in my life.
Read MoreWelcome back the porch, y’all! In response to questions over the years about everything from my accent to why I won’t teach the Craft for money, today’s podcast does a deep dive behind the scenes. I was a blogger before I was a podcaster (starting officially in early 2011) and I suppose that forum lent itself to more foundational stuff. Those “OG” readers perhaps already know all of this (thanks for sticking with me, y’all), but knowing them, they’ll listen anyway.
Read MoreHey, y’all! The other day, someone asked me why I celebrate my own birthday—as if it was a shameful thing to do. After decades of feeling that very way, I turned things around about seven years ago. Every year, I take a walk with the moon and to ponder growing older, a brave decision that I make every day and one that I take very seriously. In my fifty-seven years, I’ve not always been “given” a wonderful birthday. And so, as my hair turns ever more white, I give it to myself. It’s the deepest magic I’ve ever known as a witch. Y’all join me on the porch and, remember: witchify ‘ary damn thang, Batchildren!
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