Spirit of Mugwort – A4 size –

Spirit of Mugwort

“…Like the most beautiful cathedral rising from the ground, with your proud purple tops like church towers, ash-green to dark green leaves and liver-brown stems.

European Sister of the Native American holywhite sage. The old wise seer, the Crone, disguised as a beautiful juicy maiden full of curiosity and innocent desire.

Our Lady in all her forms and guises, opens up chambers in dreams filled with rose incense and black marble floors with mosaics made of moonlight. But be aware, if you’re not paying attention, she will conjure you to her cabin in the woods, where you sit on her hardwood floor with strange animal sounds around you.

She is the crystal of a thousand facets in one night in which all the sacred dreams are reflected. The mysterious gypsy, the fortuneteller behind her beaded curtain, the sinner and the saint. She accompanies us on our strangest nocturnal journeys, unraveling them like asian silk threads, weaving an altar cloth where we can fall down to pray for clarity and meaning.

She helps us to remember our dreams, to feel them again. She protects like a dark guardian angel, adored, praised and feared for her bright visions.

She will lovingly laugh at your sins and urge you to dive in the dream realms and explore them without regret and guilt. And when the daylight slowly returns, somewhere between the veils of dreaming and awakening, you will wonder where she left you.

But one thing is certain, everything makes more sense. As if she took you, dusty page by dusty page, through an antique encyclopedia full of spells and symbols you’d never seen before.

Pulling out the cobwebs of forgetfulness. A book of shadows, as we all keep in secret, for so long…”

With Love and Magic,
Meg.