The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/tag/childhood)
I wanted to do the right thing and not support someone like her, someone who I couldn’t like and didn’t identify with anymore. And the same time, my inner child wanted to have fun. What was the right thing to do?
“The key is yours, Sheri Ann. A gift of understanding, perhaps.” My child-self showed up at that moment and answered, “Only my ancestors call me that.” “I know,” she answered.
Then, almost all of a sudden, the convulsions become overwhelming and a nurse helps place my wife in a sitting position, before telling her to push. It is all fused in my memory as a short and intense blurb, but it actually took a good half an hour before, from under my wife, a small, mostly hairless mammal appeared. The nurse grabbed it, showed it to me, shouted “it’s a girl!” before depositing it onto my wife’s chest.
We had just become parents. I had just become a dad.
What the actual f–k?
In an essay filled with the blooming imagery of her garden, Sheri Barker considers time and how we move thorugh it.
Sheri Barker recounts her childhood experiences with magic and Witchcraft, and how magic now suffuses her home.