diary extracts: hinterlands camp

sigil for safe travel

Day One

• 6:48pm: why am I silent

• 7:04: the thought of crying has me nearly crying

• we’re keening like banshees

Day Two

• earth - soil, roots, flowers

• air - imagination, stars

• fire - protection, summoning, reckless, charcoal, forging a sword, burning weeds, returning from orbit, dragons

• water - tears, healing

• spirit - unknown

• the birds will not stop chirping

• we just threw an orb of our fears at the moon

• i alone heard a cricket in some leaves a foot from my head inside my leaves and i named her celeste under the fairy lights

• we’re dancing like fire then lying like pools of still water

• my heart is on fire but fire cannot kill a witch

• someone just said there is iron in an exploding star AND in our blood

• my homemade wand felt like part of my arm

Day Three

• water - quench, never let me go, wishing well, ice, moon movement, my fish francois

• my flower lungs are FLUNGS and they hold my self compassion, so many can learn from me.

• say “thank you creature of art” if you use something artistic in your spell

• i am an ancestor’s gift

• i am soaked in my worth

• i am a hobbiton potato

• by all the power of 3x3, this spell bound round shall be. to harm none nor return on me, as I do will so mote it be

• I am my wonder’s savage prophet, I skip and I spring through my nightmares untold, I am my wonder’s savage prophet, I will protect my dreams, I will not lower my voice - My wonder’s child is now a woman, nearly three decades she has fought to be, in the shadows of me, the sickness within me, in the screaming through fire, and my amethyst hair - My wonder’s light, it’s from Brigid, in all my arts and in my writing too, and when I am dancing I’m often falling, my sigil is stars in their rainbow hues

art witch pin by @faerie_sarah

Day Four

• i am reclaiming play

• posh eagle

• she said that there’s a tidal wave in me, the world must see it, sparrows and eagles and tigers and horses, my pillars will not fall

• my forge is a flower and my flower is a forge

• I AM NOT WHAT THEY TOOK FROM ME

Day Five

• we are the rising of the moon, we are the shifting of the ground, we are the seeds that take root when we pull the fortress down

• the yarn is brigid’s hair colour

• burn the string like we burn injustice

• we caught the clouds in spiral dance

• THE CIRCLE IS OPEN, NEVER BROKEN

• thank you for seeing me

quill memento necklace