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.
A monthly love letter that includes a collective card pull, upcoming moon phases, the latest blog post from What the Cat Told the Raven, and updates on all things The Corvus Circle.
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Midsummer in an Autumn Soul Midsummer is such a bittersweet time to me. The golden magick of the Sun reaches its height, painting the world in champagne, and gilded dances of light. The beginning of its long goodbye. A moment that felt so long in coming. My autumn soul begins
As someone who regularly struggles with meditation, I’ve found that having a crystal there to anchor the process can help immensely. I can select a crystal based on its properties or my personal relationship with it, as it may support what I hope to meditate on, or I can select
“Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!” – Christian (Ewan McGregor), Moulin Rouge! (2001) Whenever I think of love, this line from Moulin Rouge! always comes to my mind first, when Christian tells Satine that
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.
