Diary of a Witch

OFFICIAL BLOG OF THE CORVUS CIRCLE

Diary of a Witch

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…

Sydney | Author | What the Cat Told the Raven | Diary of a Witch 2B

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.

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29 | When He Played with My Hair | What the Cat Told the Raven
Poetry

When He Played With My Hair

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

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8 | The Mourning After the Night | What the Cat Told the Raven
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THE MOURNING AFTER THE NIGHT

The MourningAfter the Night An Ostara Story All was quiet in the valley,Though something silent stirred…Like the realm between sleep and waking,Where memories and dreams are heard… The Moon caressed the mountains,Beginning Her descent.The ancient winds grew still and quiet,Knowing well what the good-bye meant. The forest voices, murmurs soft,Began

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