Witches, So Mote That Con 2025 is only a month away and you don’t want to miss this one because it is the LAST YEAR and it’s going to be AMAZING! On October 18th and 19th gather together to learn, to be in community together, and to spend time with this INCREDIBLE lineup of presenters. Michael A. Bryan, Rossa Crean, J. Allen Cross, Morgan Daimler, Monica Divane, and Dawn Aurora Hunt join That Witch Life Podcast's Courtney, Hilary, and Kanani and this year's Keynote MARA WILSON… yes Matilda, herself. There will be rituals, workshops, raffles, a live Q and A with MARA, and more magick than you can possibly squeeze into your cauldron! There’s still time to get tickets so head on over to www.thatwitchlife.com to get those tickets and avoid being haunted by FOMO! Hope to see you all there!

Hey, y’all. I’m fairly fed up with the onslaught of well-meaning folk who barrage me (and others) with the urgency of the act of forgiveness. In my experience, trauma requires quite a bit of heavy lifting, bloody labor, and the strength of the gods. In light of that load, I cannot imagine asking someone to also include the work of forgiveness, and all that such an act could entail.

My question today is simply: is it a part of Witch culture to forgive? Or, and just stay with me for a moment: is it more Christian culture?

These are the thoughts I’m ruminating upon today. Join me on the porch and let’s hammer this out, shall we?
Love y’all like chicken, Seba

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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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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.