The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/tag/memoir)
“I am all of the parts of love,” she said. “Those parts will be there, whether or not you know me. I am the heartbreak, the rush of falling, the work of maintaining. Hurting does not mean I have turned my back on you, child.”
“I knew that this must be the place for me first by the smell of it,” writes Meg Elison. “Nag Champa on top, followed by the bright-colored mega sticks of incense marked “Rain” in electric blue and “Goddess” in gold and “Money” in dollar green.”
When people ask “why do you want to become a Witch right now?”, I hesitate on answering. There are technically two truths to that answer. One is not sexy. The other is embarrassing.
Who knows how long this land has been yearning for the return of plants that feel just right in her soil? I do not have the answer to that question, but I know she has been whispering to me about it since I met her.
