WITCH IN THE CITY

There comes a moment in September when the light changes. It begins to recede, finding both peace and rest. The days may still be warm, gardens may still carry their flowers, and the afternoon sun may rest glowing upon the earth. It is a turning point, when something ancient has begun to turn. Evening comes sooner. Shadows stretch farther across the ground. Leaves lose the deep green of summer and begin their slow surrender to gold, rust, crimson, and brown.  The earth has not died. It is gathering itself inward.  Keep alight the fires burning within.  Autumn has always belonged to thresholds. It stands between the abundance of summer and the silence of winter, between what has ripened and what must now be released. In the old countryside, this was a season of gathering grain, preserving fruit, tending the hearth, repairing doors, drying herbs, and preparing the household for the darker months ahead. Nothing useful was wasted. Nothing necessary was left unprotected. There...

May is the month of flowering thresholds, green altars, and living fire. The earth no longer sleeps beneath winter ash but rises clothed in blossom, scent, and movement. This is the season sacred to Maia, ancient goddess of growth and increase, and to Flora, whose breath awakens every field, vine, and hidden root. In old Italian folk tradition, May was never considered an ordinary month. It belonged to courtship, prosperity, household blessing, and the unseen spirits believed to walk most freely among gardens, orchards, and moonlit roads.  Magick worked in May should be alive with intention and purpose. This is not the quiet restraint of winter hearth magick, but the fertile enchantment of expansion, growth and awakening. Every flower carries a promise. Every flame carries passion. The Old Ways teach that what is planted in spirit during May grows strong through the remaining year.  These eight seasonal workings are drawn from Italian folk custom, Greco-Roman devotion, hearth ...