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| The definition, when asked, is surprisingly alike from us ‘green’ ones :) While religion does play a part, it is one viewed as part of the big picture, not separated from what is inside and around us. We don’t think religion, we live it. You find us everywhere, in the punky kid in the garden store, or the old crone kneeling in her garden in knickers…. Neither one worries about what you think about her appearance. Course, not all of us are nuts, (we prefer to call it excentric), but we sure are the majority. But, we are also, as a rule, quite grounded and happy to be alive. I couldn’t resist to compile a few ‘you just might be a Green Witch’ pointers: |
Doesn't give a flying fig about 'you're supposed to' or form
Often solitary
Is profoundly unhappy within city walls, and if forced to live in concrete tries to cover each visible surface with potted friends
Prefers jobs in areas of public service, science or research.
Dreams of the little house on the prairie and adores Grizzly Adams
If at all possible, lives in the country
Trigger happy (there isn't a plant she won't try to grow if she can get her greedy fingers on the seeds)
Deities are wind, rain, sun, moon, and the lowly earthworm who keeps the dirt fertile
Greets the sun (or the moon) with 'mornin love' and a bigass happy yawn
Speaks to trees and rocks
Insists they're answering
Carries hour long conversations with weeds, ants, accidentally cut in half earthworms (whoops, so sorry dear),
and has been heard to bitch at anything that eats her precious babies (take THAT succer!!!)
Has jacket pockets stained from forgotten and washed/dried cigarette butts
(can't throw them on the ground now, can she?)
God(dess) is Mother Nature
Altar tools are spade (athame), clippers (boline), rake (wand), and rain barrel (chalice)
Goddess candle smells of citronella
Ritual robe is often of undefinable color and sports grass stains and a spot or two of nettle brew, rootone, and guano...
Dressing up means getting the black rims off the fingernails
Anointing is slathering oneself in tanning lotion
Ritual and meditation is weeding the herb beds
When given the option to weed or go out, doesn't even blink
Prayer is fertilizing the flowers
Casting a circle means untangling the water hose
A church meeting means running into fellow wildcrafters
Worship is sitting on the windowsill staring at a thunderstorm with gaping jaw
High sabbath celebration is a trip to the nursery
'Holidays' are connected to seasonal requirements, not to calendar prescriptions
When in doubt, rushes outside and flattens as many body parts as humanly possible close to the ground
Not only believes weeds to be treasures, but knows what to DO with them
Secretly sneaks into neighbor's gardens at night scattering dandelion seeds
Habitually drops off the face of the (cyber) world during spring planting and autumn harvest
Half of her friends don't notice, cause they're 'away' from the computer too
The other half screams bloody murder at the nomail volume and is green with envie
Magick IS nature. Easily available, but understood to be used in an equal exchange
(give back when you have excess energy, heal a tree)
Environmentally active. Most likely recycles meticulously and owns a minimum of 4 trashcans (color coded)
(antagonizing all the neighbors and friends who don't, has been seen to sort through trash in friends kitchens)
Employs voluntary simplicity, and attempts organic living
If eating meat, only eats meat she ‘knows’ (the organic rancher that county over, the free ranging chicks etc)
Thanks the spirit of the animal
Heck, thanks the carrot, thinks just cause you can't hear it scream doesn't mean it doesn't
(especially since she’s heard them when janked out unprepared and unthanked….)
Understands life as a gift and an adventure, not a struggle
Storms are weathered with acceptance and viewed as lessons
Or in the words of Greenlady, which mirror my own perfectly:
Goes barefoot at every opportunity to dig the rooty toes into the soul, errr, soil
Likes the dirt under her finger nails, wants to feel the soil, and the plants
Is walking with the Goddess in the Garden or Greenwood, side by side,
not bowing knees to her image somewhere
Feels the power of the wind, the constancy of the Earth
Flows and changes with the waters
Burns with the fierceness of the Sun
And do not need a script to do these things.
I simply AM these things
