OFFICIAL BLOG OF THE CORVUS CIRCLE
OFFICIAL BLOG OF THE CORVUS CIRCLE
Beyond the mists & through the trees,
Beneath the pale moonlight…
In the shadow of an ancient oak,
There occurred a curious sight…
A collection of love, musing & occasional wisdom from my soul’s Book of Shadows.
Artist, writer, yogi, and long-practicing witch, Sydney (Sates) channeled over two decades of experience into The Corvus Circle, a deep call to reclaim one’s sovereignty & connection with Mother Earth, and its accompanying blog, What the Cat Told the Raven, a loving collection of musing & unspoken words. She designed the Cycles & Phases journal system as a self-led journey for those seeking a deeper relationship with their own being. When she isn’t indulging her many curiosities, she can be found in her art studio, on her yoga mat, or buried in a book (or two), always with coffee in hand. She lives with her tribe of purr babies & the love of her life.
There is deep power in these hands; echoes of eternity, infinity, of endings and beginnings, of all that is, was, and shall be, pulsating like ocean waves, like starlight, like lightning, at the tips of these fingers. Of all the tools inherent of a witch, she will never find the
Come and walk a while in the forest with me. This sacred, holy place inside me. Where the Circle was birthed. Where I found home. Where I discovered I was more than what I saw in my dreams. Where parts of me I may never have met, suddenly came alive.
“To me the word Witch is a delicious word, filled with the most ancient memories that go back to our earliest ancestors, who lived close to natural cycles and understood and appreciated the power and energy that we share with the cosmos. The word Witch can stir these memories and
When he played with my hair, I forgot why I was upset. The tyrannies that had invaded my mind, the stress, anxiety, and uncertainty that had coiled within my body, released. When he played with my hair, I found I could breathe.My lungs filled with ease, gentle currents flowing down
“One pill makes you larger,and one pill makes you small.And the ones that mother gives youdon’t do anything at all.” We transform so much throughout our lives, both unintentionally through experience, and intentionally so as to use the experience to become something more than when we began. We seek our
