The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/tag/memoir)
“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.
I began to believe that peace goes into the making of the bread as well. By the time I made the first loaf, I knew it with certainty, and I worked that peace and some other magics into the dough as I kneaded it on the counter in the hearth center of my own home.