Southern Fried Witch Seba O'Kiley

I'm still riding down old dirt roads, but lately, I've been running into me. As a little girl, I crafted safe little places to run when my world was crashing to the ground. It appears that they have waited for me, still beating and thumping somewhere in the summer of 1970-somethin.’

I've spent a lot of time, y'all, in my woods lately.  As a child, the woods were my momma, the cradle that saved me from trauma, and they still know my name.  Thought I'd share.  

Behold, my field of f***s, and find that it is barren . . . and ready for planting. Let's talk about planting seeds, doing so as part of the Craft, and the responsibility therein.

So, snuggle up on the porch and let’s chat about how contextualization is just as important as intent when thinking through our Craft. A possum comes in to play, but y’all expect that, right? Me, a Witch, in context as a Southerner—as always.

Hey, y’all. I’ve been thinking about focus lately and how much energy it takes to just stay in place. It turns out, I’ve been treading water. And I’m exhausted. So, I’ve been doing a little manifestation work—creating a path that doesn’t exist quite yet. It’s work, to come out of trauma. Where we land can be a place that we design as witches.

Hey, y’all. In a lot of ways, this is my “unsilencing of the lambs,” a love letter to Imbolc. Today’s episode is short, organic, and a bit of a ramble on the idea of a “blood and bone” impregnation, rather than fertilization. In my experience, the darkest nights of the season are also the time of the deepest growth—bony growth—of that which we have sown within ourselves.