diaries of an off grid witch : entry # 3

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Diaries of an off grid witch. 
Entry # 3
October 28, 2023


It’s been a while. At first I intended this diary to follow me through every day. But I was soon reminded that I’m generally not one to do the same thing every day. Some would call me fickle, I would call myself dynamic, and to be dynamic one must be willing to pivot the plot a plenty. 
I got a bit ill two weeks ago…a common cold the had my head pounding and my breathing less than desirable. I wasn’t inspired to write, or be creative in any manner what so ever. Just as my energy was returning and I could see the and feel the clarity returning, my moon cycle arrived and my energy plummeted again. I’ve had my moon cycle for 30 years, or approximately 390 moons…and every time I am in need of deep rest for 2-3 days. It wasn’t until about a decade ago that I got wise to my cycles and actually chose to give myself that rest when needed instead of trying to push through. I’ve fashioned my life around this cycle and have done a pretty decent job of making sure I’ve giving myself what I need at all times, but especially at this time of the moon. So suffice to say, at least a whole week passed by with mostly just hours of rest. I do believe the body will create this rest for you if it’s what you truly need and aren’t heeding the quiet call. It was hard to slow down when I had so many things to try to do in the three week period before leaving on my autumn adventure west. It was a practice in surrendering to what was, and allowing myself the grace to say, ok, there are things that I just certainly will not get done this fall, but I will do my best to get done what I actually need to! This is all to say, that writing has fallen to the wayside to a certain degree. Though there are sill poems flowing out of me, and a few prompts shared between friends that are intending to help us reflect on all the changes that have internally occurred in the last 8-10 years. And one evening dedicated to the writing circle, which is generally just me and one other woman who gather on-line (and once in person) to write together, be creative together, and allow ourself the space to express and be witnessed if we wish. So, yes, there are still words coming out, yet this diary has sat untouched by my hands, though my mind has wandered to these pages quite a few times. 


Tonight I sit in a beam of full moon light, on the wooden floor of my cabin, softly cushioned by the wool mat beneath my body. I can see the moon through the branches of the giant spruce and fir that tower around me, and a planet too that hangs to the left beneath the moon. I’m not sure what planet it is, maybe Venus, or Mars, or Saturn, truly I have no idea, but if I need to I will bet on Venus…and some research after writing this should bring me the answer. 


Arriving home to my tiny temple in the forest this evening, I am somehow thrilled by the crunchy fallen leaves that great my feet with every step I take. I gather my clothes from the line, and trundle through the path, moon light bright enough to show me the way and I step inside and see this perfect moon beam upon my floor and it feels too perfect to not sit right in and bathe in the energy of this time. And it is here, that I finally feel the urgent call of this diary, these pages that were beginning to get lonely, and I listen to the urge, because that’s what a witch does right, she listens to the universe as it calls to her and gently nudges her to what spell must be cast next. I wrote a poem last night, that I will too include here, even though I have already shared it on instagram, I feel like it belongs in more than one place. And so it will find it’s way further out into the world, and my vows will get stronger, and my dreams will become more vivid, and my hope for a better world will gain more strength. I never meant for this diary to be just for me, I have never intended my spells to kept under wraps, I write from my soul and my heart so that the world knows I am here, and that I am worthy, and deserving of space to express. Just as you too, if you are reading this, or listening to this, are to be reminded of your own worth, of your own beautiful boringness on this earth - I want us all to remember.




there are too many guns in the world, 
too many bombs, 
too many mad men with power 
at their fingertips, 
cowards who send people into places 
to fight wars 
fed by the need for more - 
fuelled by greed 
and a desire to be seen as “on the top”. 
but at what costs, 
and on the top of what?
a world that has crumbled 
to rubble and waste
after too many terrible decisions
that take no consideration for human life. 
i vow to hold tight 
the hope for world peace - 
i vow to believe in a better way 
upon this earth - 
i vow to unlearn all the violent ways 
of my own being - 
i vow to never stop seeing
the humanity in each and every soul 
who incarnates on this earth. 
i choose to recognize hate for what it truly is - a lack of love felt from within. 
i choose to perceive the destructive patterns of this world 
as something to be disrupted, 
and every time i can,
i will disrupt hate with love,
i will disrupt violence with peace, 
i will disrupt greed with generosity,
i will call for a ceasefire 
of all weapons of war - 
and i will keep dreaming of a world 
where we only ever relate 
with kindness and care. 


Good night friends, 
May you feel the warmth of love somewhere within you this eve. 
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