31/10/2025
*The witch wound once silenced us but not anymore*
This Samhain, I honour the sisterhood, the women who see, hold, and lift each other as we remember who we are.
The witch wound, that inherited fear of being seen, of speaking our truth, of sharing our gifts, no longer defines us; it calls us home.
It’s the wound that once taught women to fear their own power, to mistrust each other’s light, and to turn on one another. But those stories end with us. Together, we rise.
As a herbalist and healer, I remember that women were once persecuted, tortured, and burned for the very skills I now practise freely, the wisdom of the plants, the healing, the intuition, the deep connection to the cycles of nature.
Today, as the veil thins, I will honour them beneath the hawthorn, guardian of the heart and gateway between worlds.
Its medicine reminds us that love is strength, and that living from the heart is the truest form of power.
I am deeply grateful for my calling to help others heal their hearts and live more heart-centred lives to return home to themselves, just as I am called home beneath the hawthorn.
