Side A / The Circle
AWAKENING
I found freedom in the holy wild. A symphony of crows, hidden within the folds of a misty forest. The songs of wolves woven through my hair, carried by the wind toward the Moon. The divine incense of sacred smoke and rich, wet earth. A drumbeat in my chest.
The Circle was an idea that birthed itself into being when I needed it most. It is a manifestation of hope, shadows and magick. It is sacred space to find oneself when no other space feels safe. It challenges one to go deeper, to meet oneself in places that feel beautiful, frightening, and holy.
When you long to give up, the Circle whispers, Not yet. When you wonder what you have to give, the Circle whispers, Magick. When you fear that you will never find your way, the Circle silences all the world and whispers, Listen.
As a wise woman once said, true magick is neither black nor white. It is both because nature is both. Because we are both. Loving and cruel. Light and dark. Brilliant star and all-encompassing shadow. The balance comes when we stop rejecting the parts we don’t understand. When we choose instead to meet them where they call to us, even on those darkest nights. And when we cast our light upon them, we finally see them for what they truly are: us.
The Corvus Circle is many things, but ultimately it is a mirror, challenging you to look beyond the surface, to surrender to faith in the Unseen, to free fall through the looking glass and trust that what awaits on the other side will be truly, irrevocably, cosmic.
Listen in the deep mists for the heartbeat of the drums; for the voices of the Wildlings, calling to the stars… Watch for the firelight dancing between our shadows.
Come away, oh, human child, to the waters…and the wild.
This way, little moth…
Side B / The Witch
SURRENDERING
Exploring my dark taught me that I am whole despite my broken pieces. That what was torn apart by Them, and by Me, can be reconnected through my blood ties in the deep earth. Where once there was emptiness between the cracks, now flows a molten gold that makes me stronger than I ever was.
If you feel alone, unseen, unheard though you scream, then I see you, little black bird. Little moth. Little wildling. Child of the Earth. You are more than you believe to be real, and there is more to your magick than shall ever meet your eye. You are one of Us. You are powerful. Indulgent, ascendant & feral. Wicked, sovereign & wild. I see you.
Sydney is an artist, writer, and long-practicing witch. The crooked path called to her from a very young age, and has offered her solace and metamorphosis in equal measure. Born beneath a full moon, she is drawn to the hidden and the Unseen. An avid student of the occult for over twenty years, she is fascinated by the divine connection between body, soul, and earth; by the empowering truth that we are more.
She has trained as a Crystal Practitioner, Usui Reiki Master, Akashic Record Reader and Tarot Coach, and is currently finishing her 200-hour Yoga Teacher training. She fell in love with tarot over two decades ago, and it’s been teaching, guiding, and sassing her ever since.
She created the Corvus Circle as a safe space to fall in love with magick, its accompanying blog, What the Cat Told the Raven, to express the experience of being human between worlds, and her journals, Cycles and Phases, to hold space for diving deeper beneath the surface of oneself.
Through her work, she holds space for others to seek the mirrors hidden within their shadows, and understand that no matter what they may find there, or where they may find themselves along their path, no matter what stares back at them from that deep dark…they are whole, they are powerful, and they are never alone, as we are all children of Mother Earth.
WICKED
Celebrate the Old Ways. You are a master of reality. You hold all the power. You are a part of the Whole. You are Spirit made manifest. You, my dear, are perfection. Return to where you belong: the Holy Wild of your sacred heart. That is where you rule from.
SOVEREIGN
Never forget your crown or your autonomy. Shed your suffocating fears and meet yourself where you are: in blazing fire, starlit dance or forest of shadows. Meet yourself with grace, patience and compassion. You are the sacred ruler of your world. You are divine. That is where you rule from.
WILD
Surrender to the Call within you. You are of the Earth. See and nurture the magick around you. Sing to the wind, caress the water, breathe deep at the edge of the world. You were never meant to be contained. Stop pacing at the edge of your Wild, hearing drums and howls in the distance. The gate is open. Run.
Claim your power. Surrender to the magick within you. Rise evolved in your essence.
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
ALBERT CAMUS
together again
if love could’ve saved you, you’d have lived forever.
may our spirits remain forever familiar xo