A Simple Path: Journey of a Hedgewitch

*The Hedgewitch lives in the space between the Village and the Forest. Between the mundane and the magical. S/He lives with a foot in both worlds.
This column is dedicated to the Hedgewitches of the planet earth.

Summer has always been a special time for me, despite being the quintessential Winter Witch. I always loved the break from school and the way the heat ribbons rose in wobbly lines from the highway. The roses were clamoring over fences and bees droning endlessly in the late afternoon sun.

Soon, the blackberries ripen and their juice stains my fingers (and tongue!) purple.

There will be lush fruits and fresh vegetables; plenty of warm breeze in the evenings coming through with the windows open, while listening to the crickets. Even the magical firefly!

This is the time of year to make memories and to drink in the sheer pleasure of everyday life. For my part, I am spending a couple of weeks on the coast, with my closest friends and family. Digging my toes into the golden sand, rinsing them clean in Mother Blue Pacific. Walking in ancient forests and letting the dew wet my clothes as I press deeper into the wood. Feeding a bonfire with damp driftwood, and steeping my clothes in its acrid scent.

But even as the days doze lazily on, I am reminded that the days already begin to grow shorter, and remember to be mindful of the moment, and summer's sheer luxury.

I hope each one of you finds a way to drink in the very pleasure of the season, and breathe deeply, mindful of your own gratitude.

I know, this isn't much of a column, this month, and I'm sorry for that. I am just riding the wave of abundance and taking it one minute at a time. I hope you are, too!

May each of you make a summer memory that will warm you in the colder months to come!

author: Willow Winterborne