Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping
than you can understand . . .
The Stolen Child
The Corvus Circle
A hollow along the path of shadows, deep in the forest of mysteries, where wildlings dance & magick things grow.
Who Were You Before The World Told You Who To Be?
Remember your light – the spark that lit your soul when enchantment still surrounded you. The power of your authentic voice before you were told what to say. Before you were told how to dance.
I Found Freedom in the Wild
A symphony of crows hidden in the windy forest.
The divine incense of sacred smoke & rich, wet earth.
The drumbeat in my chest.
I drowned in the darkness for years before finally finding I could breathe. A lifetime of searching for light when I held the flame in my hand all along.
Heavy chains fell away, and the gilded cage I’d worked so hard to build shattered as my heart cried out.
She Spoke to Me
“Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold:
all acts of love & pleasure are my rituals.
And therefore let there be beauty & strength,
power & compassion,
honour & humility,
mirth & reverence within you.
And thou who thinkest to seek for me,
know thy seeking & yearning shall avail thee not,
unless thou know this mystery:
that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee,
thou wilt never find it without thee.”
CHARGE OF THE GODDESS
TAKE BACK THE KINGDOM
Your absence has left your castle in ruins.
Stop drinking the poison Fear has whispered in the dark.
The Power has been Yours from the beginning.
Take back your crown – and the full weight that it bears.
Your time to rule is long overdue.
Leave the crumbling towers of the old order to the sea.
It’s time to build something new.
The Choice is Yours
“You can be a thousand different women.
It’s your choice which one you want to be.
It’s about freedom & sovereignty.
You celebrate who you are.
‘This is my kingdom.’“
A Provocative Feast For Your Consciousness
Follow your rabbit into the unexplored shadows of your forest.
Throw yourself into the hidden lights.
It is never too late.
Suffocating? Break the windows.
Welcome to the Circle, my darling.
Rejoice in your homecoming.
Let your wild song echo into the trees.
Dance to the rhythm of your sacred flame.
Howl at the moon.
You are a child of the Goddess and your story changes everything.
Read it aloud.
And dance, my dear.
AWAKEN YOUR MAGICK
this is what your heart's been longing for, all this time -
Your unbridled transformation,
pulsating in delicious ripples from the core of you,
as Spirit caresses every echo in your blood that sings of starlight's sacred dance.
Welcome, my love,
to the Circle
goddess, witch, queen
Welcome to my circle, little wildling.
I have birthed this sacred space to give life back to the magick that held us enthralled in its beautiful enchantment as children – the magick that still calls to us in the quiet places of the world that echo with a peace we’ve long forgotten.
I have been called to journey into the dark, to light my way with the sacred fire the Goddess placed in my heart, and to hold it high to guide the way for other Lost Children like me, who hear the music beyond the shadows and want to find their way home.
I see you, I feel you, I love you.
This way, little moth.
The Corvus Circle is currently 100% virtual as I transition into the next chapter of my life.
Exciting things are happening along my spiral path. I am expanding my current services in order to share my message and better serve those who resonate with my magick. Stay tuned for new offerings and content.
Thank you so much for being here with me.
Offerings about to break the surface…
It's Time to Remember Who You Are
This one’s for my Queens. ♥
I’m writing you a love letter, long and detailed, to help you remember where you came from, where you want to go, and the power you need to reclaim to get there.
Too long women have been trapped and stripped of their sovereignty, too small to stand up, too quiet to scream.
That ends now.
I want you to remember how powerful you are, and I’m thrilled to hold that torch high and show you the way.
I’m writing an ebook containing everything you need to know to remember your roots, your vision, your voice, your desires, who you are, and exactly what you’re capable of. Stay tuned.
Remember Your Roots
We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us.
We are born able to sing to birds & read the clouds & see our destiny in grains of sand.
But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.
We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out.
We get put on the straight & narrow & told to be responsible.
Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake.
And you know why we were told that?
Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness & youth,
and because the magic we knew made them ashamed & sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.“
ROBERT R. McCAMMON