Swamp Witch Advice

Does the tree waste its life if it stands still and feels the sun? Do the newts waste their lives sleeping under the leaves? Your purpose is to be, and you are excelling.

The ritual is complete. Your chain mail curse is cleansed. You’re free now.

Tell your GM I said you guys can level up next session.

No matter how far from nature you are there are weeds. There are mice. There are wild birds. There are puddles. The swamp follows you. You cannot lose it.

When you position yourself in a hierarchy - "Men are like this. Women are like this. I must be this way. I must not feel this" - you are harming yourself, cutting yourself off from the brilliant prism of magic and the magic of others. You hold a pillow over your potential.

Modern Hunger Leslie J. Anderson Rumi whispered What you are seeking is also seeking you. You skipped lunch again. Sleep is a sip of warm water. Your dreams have teeth. They are the starving children of your parent’s hunger. Blessed are those who are never satisfied, taking mouthfuls of ourselves – chewing. It’s dark when you arrive, dark when you go. You race to your car with your keys between your fingers. You know what’s out there. While you’re following your dreams, they are following you. They are hungry, You are outnumbered.

I'm tired. Here's a poem about being tired.

I'm all out of Eye of Newt and I really don't feel like going into town. If someone can swing by and drop some off I'd be grateful.

The black blood within you whispers your name. The shadows behind your eyes would warm you if they could. Even your darkness loves you, because you bear it through the world.

Stoke the fire higher now. Then turn to your neighbor and see if they need fuel for theirs.

Through the whole of the world and time is a cry of longing and within your heart grows a seed of the fruit that might sate it.

You can never overcome your fear of creation because it is a necessary part of creation.

It had better be a full moon because otherwise you're all just being freaking weird.

Peace in the land of pain should always be our heart's goal. Healing should always be our magic's true calling. No greater power is there on this earth, which is why it is rare.

We are often reminded, in our darkest days, that we should imagine a future thing to live for- a movie or book or new love. I find it easier to think of a thing I am grateful I was able to experience and know that it’s twin waits patiently in the days before me.

It is necessary for your soul to create things without purpose. To imagine with no reward except to stretch your mind and soul. Please give yourself time and space to play and you cannot fail at play.

May whatever curse you bear this year produce a gentle lesson and a friendship with a talking crow.

I miss the Brood X cicadas.

You're in her DMs. I'm in the swamp, singing a song offering her greatest hopes and desires... which is tea and a nap. I also have tea. Come take a nap.

You do not do magic like you might braid a rope - gathering ingredients and working them together. You pull it from inside yourself, inch by painful inch. Then you braid the rope.

The tip of my nose is itchy this morning and you know what that means! Yep! A clump of moss is singing a song about me. #Blessed

Being good at something requires more stubbornness than talent.

Your bones are grateful that you have carried them so far.

In this reality we must sometimes work hard to hold a positive feeling, as one must work to hold a heavy stone. But, as with holding a weight, we grow stronger. The weight seems lighter. One day we will hold our joy forever.

We are unique in all the world - a one-of-a-kind individual, and yet we can speak to each other! Sometimes, miracle of miracle, we can even understand each other.

You do not get to choose the monster assigned to you, but you can choose what you feed it.

Have you guys ever tried being an ominous mist? I've heard good things and I think I might have a go.

If you could explain the concept of a Monday to a swamp it would hate it. It would suck it down into the muck and rot it away to feed the algae. Swamps are good like that.

When we say “alive” we mean “enduring” but we also mean “full of the ecstatic energy of the universe.” When we say “despite everything I am still alive” we mean both.

Here is a secret about things you love. If you put them down you can always pick them back up again. You can always paint again, sew again, hike again, play music again, read that book again, watch the movie. "But it's been so long." The thing you love doesn't care.