The Witch of Forest Grove

The Collection

There are many books of magic, ethnobotany, and cooking in my living room, staring at my lonely unwarped loom, but hidden away in the darkness of my room is a seldom-seen collection of books. Some with ratty linen spines and some of softest leather and finest gilt, the pages filled with poetry, ancient tales, folklore, witchcraft, incantations, pagan gods, and beautiful art. All of them are old or rare, smelling of dust, attics, basements… You see I’m a collector, collecting the bones of trees and fragments of souls of long-dead authors. Together they weave a skeleton of the world tree as the tree of knowledge; whispering the wisdom of ancestors from printed bones. I’m an animist and so every book has a spirit. Sometimes I dream inside their pages, whispers instructing me on how to use the lore in my practice. Is it the spirit of the book itself, its…

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About thalassa

Occasionally doting wife, damn proud momma of two adorable children, veteran of the United States Navy, semi-steampunk bohemian beach addict from middle America, Civil War reenactor and Victorian natural history aficionado, canoeing and kayaking and paddleboarding fanatic, Unitarian Universalist and pantheistic Pagan, devotee of various aquatic deities, and practitioner of bioregional witchery View all posts by thalassa

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