Welcome, travelers, to the ultimate crossroads in time. The nights have stretched impossibly long, consuming the days in shades of indigo and charcoal. The air bites, the sap has sunk deep into the roots of the trees, and the Earth seems locked in an impenetrable slumber. We have reached the…
Author: Katrina Rasbold
Craft/Pagan Basics
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The Magic of Doing Less
Blessings from the Crossroads, Here’s a radical idea for Witches, conjurors, mages, and magical overachievers: You don’t need more or better spells — you need more space and more breath. Too often, we treat magic like a productivity tool to further the high-demand lifestyle our society forces upon us: …to…
Being Fat
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The Ghost of Christmas Past (and the Goddess of Christmas Present)
I blinked. I swear to you, I just blinked. It was July, I was sweating in places that shouldn’t sweat, complaining about the heat, and then I closed my eyes for one second. When I opened them, it was December. Suddenly, the calendar is mocking me. It’s Christmas again. I told…
Craft/Pagan Basics
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Two Essential Cleansers That Every Witch Should Understand
In the Crossroads tradition, washes cleanse, bless, remove, protect, and prepare. They are the difference between hoping a space feels better and doing the work to make it so. Two of the most powerful ashes we make, sell, and teach are 4 Thieves Wash and Chinese Wash. They’re often lumped together, used interchangeably, or treated…
Being Fat
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Fat, Over Sixty, and Somehow Still Fabulous
In 2011, turned fifty and discovered that middle age is basically the universe handing you a clearance tag and saying, “This one’s been through some things.” The joints creak like a haunted house door, the memories have potholes, and when you sneeze, something somewhere pops like bubble wrap. But the…
Green Egg Blog
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The Longest Night and the Promise of Light: Why We Need Yule More Than Ever
If you look out the window right now, the world probably looks a little sleepy. The trees are bare skeletons against a steel-grey sky, the ground is hard (or slushy, depending on your latitude), and the sun seems to have packed its bags and left the office by 4:00 PM….
Personal Blog
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The Day My Knees Filed a Complaint with HR
It happened around 5 p.m., which feels like the universal time for the body to stage a protest. I bent down to pick up something I dropped (a pen, which my knees clearly thought wasn’t worth the risk), and I heard a crack so loud it sounded like a tree…
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Your Intuition Isn’t Subtle
You’ve Just Been Trained to Ignore It Hello Dear Ones, Let’s talk about that nudge you felt this week. You know the one —the tiny tug,the “hmm, that’s interesting,”the flicker of a message you almost dismissed because it didn’t arrive with fireworks and a marching band. Read the Full Article…
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It’s Witch O’clock Somewhere
By Katrina Rasbold Witches have a different relationship with time than most people. We feel the tug of moons and seasons, yes — but also the strange elasticity of hours that stretch and contract depending on the work we’re doing. Time is not a straight line to us but a…