Countdown to Halloween: Now more than ever, the world needs her witches.
A journey of wisdom, magic, and connection—honoring the ancient feminine power that lives in us all.
To be a Witch is not to rebel against society or to frighten—it is to see the mystery hiding in plain sight. It’s to remember that we live in a sacred world, a world we were always meant to honor and cherish in sacred ways. The trees, the sky, the earth beneath our feet—there’s a gentle magic woven into everything, and to be a Witch is to be aware of that.
I am a Witch. I don’t call myself a Witch to "be" something. It’s simply who I’ve always been. Healer, mother, grandmother, lover, wife, activist, gardener, friend, and yes, Witch. She has always been there within me, before any other role, whispering softly beneath the surface, guiding my path.
A Witch is a wise one, a seer of the Sacred, a healer. I call myself a Witch to challenge and defy society’s misogyny, and to reclaim my voice, my freedom, and my power as a woman. The negative stereotypes are nothing more than projections of our culture’s deep-seated fear of women who step into their strength.
For centuries, the wisdom of women has been hidden in the shadows, feared and silenced. The Witch Trauma—those brutal years when women were persecuted and killed—was meant to terrify and suppress. Women were denied autonomy, stripped of their right to own property or inherit, forced into the role of objects, rather than the wise, powerful beings they truly were. Yet even through that darkness, the spirit of the Witch—the wise woman—never faded. Why, then, were we taught to fear the Witches, and not those who harmed them?
Even today, when a woman is strong, independent, and intuitive, she is labeled a Witch. But what does that truly mean? Witch comes from wicce, a word that meant wise woman, one who understood the Sacred, a healer who walked in harmony with the earth. To be a Witch is not an act of rebellion, but of remembrance. It is to recognize that there is mystery woven into the world, and we are meant to live in that sacred way.
At Windesphere, my 19th-century farm where history, magic, and life intertwined, this understanding came to life. The original Windesphere Witch blog was born from that place of deep connection, where the horses grazed under golden autumn skies, the cats prowled curiously through the gardens, and Kirby, the watchful duck, kept his eyes on all things. The land itself whispered of an ancient wisdom, reminding me that the sacred is always close. It was there, among the candles, harvest dinners, and gentle bonfires, that I embraced what it truly means to be a Witch—a wise woman, grounded in the cycles of nature and guided by the spirit of those who came before.
To be a Witch is to see the mystery in plain sight, to understand that life itself is a sacred journey. In a world that often feels disconnected, calling myself a Witch is not a defiance—it’s a reclaiming of the magic that has always been a part of me, a part of all women. She has always been there within me—whispering through the wind, stirring in the gardens, guiding me through the roles of mother, lover, healer, and friend.
And here’s what I know: there is a wise one inside all of us, waiting for us to remember her. Now, more than ever, the world needs its Witches—women who live in harmony with the Sacred, with hearts wide open, attuned to the magic that surrounds them. As Phyllis Curott so beautifully says, “To be a Witch is to see the mystery hiding in plain sight: that we live in a sacred world and are meant to live in a sacred way.”
As the golden hues of autumn unfold, let’s embrace this season of transformation, of quiet magic, and of remembering. Whether you call yourself a Witch or simply follow the wisdom within you, now is the time to awaken to the sacredness that’s always been here, just waiting to be noticed.