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'For the witch knows the margins. Not because she has any belief in the alleged cool of the edge like some posing teenager, but because she has a historic relationship to exclusion and a keen ear to hearing the whispers of the neglected places.'
~ EmilyBanting

'For the witch knows the margins. Not because she has any belief in the alleged cool of the edge like some posing teenager, but because she has a historic relationship to exclusion and a keen ear to hearing the whispers of the neglected places.'
~ EmilyBanting
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A witch's altars are often peculiar, particular and an intimate reflection of her relationship with the spirits of place. A fallen tree or post of a long-vanished gate are as powerful as any over-candled table dressed with a gaudy cloth. – , 1982

A witch's altars are often peculiar, particular and an intimate reflection of her relationship with the spirits of place. A fallen tree or post of a long-vanished gate are as powerful as any over-candled table dressed with a gaudy cloth. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
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Der Weg der Hexe durch den Wald ist ein Lauschen auf die Lieder der tausend BΓ€ume. Der Weg der Hexe durch den Wald ist ein verschlungener Tanz mit Geistern, die die Geheimnisse des Ortes in ihr Herz schreiben. EmilyBanting, 1981

Der Weg der Hexe durch den Wald ist ein Lauschen auf die Lieder der tausend BΓ€ume. Der Weg der Hexe durch den Wald ist ein verschlungener Tanz mit Geistern, die die Geheimnisse des Ortes in ihr Herz schreiben.  EmilyBanting, 1981
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I am a salt-hag. My temple is the rock I choose to stand upon to say the secret, summoning names of witch-winds. My temple is whichever rock I stand upon to listen to the gossip of gulls, news from distant shores whispered to me by the waves. – , 1982

I am a salt-hag. My temple is the rock I choose to stand upon to say the secret, summoning names of witch-winds. My temple is whichever rock I stand upon to listen to the gossip of gulls, news from distant shores whispered to me by the waves. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
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The witch walks the wood and learns. She learns gossip and grievance from trees, is tutored in an intimate language of feral signs heralding tomorrow. Her eyes teach places of harvest, the subtle turning of the year. No step refuses wisdom. – , 1982

The witch walks the wood and learns. She learns gossip and grievance from trees, is tutored in an intimate language of feral signs heralding tomorrow. Her eyes teach places of harvest, the subtle turning of the year. No step refuses wisdom. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
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For the witch, the wood is always wyrd. The wood is always full of green magics, root wisdom and spirited conversation. Our temples temples are tangled, are threshold. Our temples are living and strong. – , 1982

For the witch, the wood is always wyrd. The wood is always full of green magics, root wisdom and spirited conversation. Our temples temples are tangled, are threshold. Our temples are living and strong. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
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We talk so much of witch-walking, we can forget the wonder of just being in a place. The import of the witch of standing still and just listening to songs of the land, the spirits of the ghost soil. There is power in stillness, in listenning – , 1982

We talk so much of witch-walking, we can forget the wonder of just being in a place. The import of the witch of standing still and just listening to songs of the land, the spirits of the ghost soil. There is power in stillness, in listenning – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
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One of the most important learnings of witchcraft is a listening of the land. Where is its song loudest? Sweetest? Which trees talk with sonorous voices? Which trees tell you secrets that you cannot ignore? The witch's inner ears are mighty. – , 1982

One of the most important learnings of witchcraft is a listening of the land. Where is its song loudest? Sweetest? Which trees talk with sonorous voices? Which trees tell you secrets that you cannot ignore? The witch's inner ears are mighty. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft
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The magics of hodology are not undone by a force as weak as tarmacadam. Enchantment is not disrupted by giving an old path a hard surface. The long memory of the land remains. –

The magics of hodology are not undone by a force as weak as tarmacadam. Enchantment is not disrupted by giving an old path a hard surface. The long memory of the land remains. – #EmilyBanting
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Witchcraft, like most magic, is based on relationships. Therefore I will never apologise for developing intimacy with certain places, certain trees. For it is thanks to these spirited connections that my witchcraft works. –  , 1982

Witchcraft, like most magic, is based on relationships. Therefore  I will never apologise for developing intimacy with certain places, certain trees. For it is thanks to these spirited connections that my witchcraft works. – #EmilyBanting, 1982 #WitchWednesday
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