TCS: Bewitched

Good Morning!


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“. . . true gifts come from the heart and not necessarily from the purse.” 

― Carole Carlton, Mrs Darley’s Pagan Whispers: A Celebration of Pagan Festivals, Sacred Days, Spirituality and Traditions of the Year



by Walter de la Mare

I have heard a lady this night,
Lissom and jimp and slim,
Calling me — calling me over the heather,
‘Neath the beech boughs dusk and dim.

I have followed a lady this night,
Followed her far and lone,
Fox and adder and weasel know
The ways that we have gone.

I sit at my supper ‘mid honest faces,
And crumble my crust and say
Naught in the long-drawn drawl of the voices
Talking the hours away.

I’ll go to my chamber under the gable,
And the moon will lift her light
In at my lattice from over the moorland
Hollow and still and bright.

And I know she will shine on a lady of witchcraft,
Gladness and grief to see,
Who has taken my heart with her nimble fingers,
Calls in my dreams to me;

Who has led me a dance by dell and dingle
My human soul to win,
Made me a changeling to my own, own mother,
A stranger to my kin.


May your Halloween be something sweet, and something unexpected.


The Magic Circle, painting by John William Waterhouse – 1886


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