Introducing you to the new and improved White Witch! My heart is ecstatic and over the moon to present you with my vibrant new look and my vision/dream to the world. Last night was definitely the beginning of one of many of the dreams I've been envisioning coming into form. To catch you all up I've been a very busy lady! Between my personal life, my passion/life work (The White Witch), promoted to Flight director with my day job, writing for Curated Life magazine and then, of course, my day to day life! With all this is going on, there seems to have been one thing leading up to my 27th birthday and it is the theme of taking the lead and being courageous.

Now if you've been around me this last year I've been talking about holding a goddess circle for ages! But the thing is I didn't know when, who, or even if I could host such a thing! What could I offer to a group of women? I had gone to a few and realized fast on what I didn't want to do, and small things that I thought would be fun to do. It wasn't until last week with the full moon in Taurus did I stop talking the talk and started bringing it all into reality. Pushing away all my fears, doubts and thoughts of failure and grabbing my lady balls and getting to work! It was time to stop dreaming and start going into action! Has anyone else felt this productive energy lately as well? I'll tell you when that hard working bull gets going, man does it ever! With a burst of creativity and pulling a few oracle cards for insight, I finally came up with my what I had to share! As you're reading this it'll seem to be like a no-brainer as to how I didn't come up with it sooner, but hey sometimes the answers that are right in front of us can be blinded by the mind making things more complicated than they actually are. When in fact I have realized that our innate gift that should be shared with the world is our own unique talents that we usually already doing! And well mine, writing of course!

So there it was the core of what I had in mind for first of hopefully many to come White Witches circle. Once the core was found the rest was pure creative ideas flowing after! Following guidelines of many circles of a blessing's at the beginning, meditation, conversations, movement, and then closing ceremony. Once I knew the structure I personalized to the best of my abilities, and the rest was open to just holding space and allowing the circle to unfold naturally! I loved holding my first Circle and enjoyed all the lovely's that showed up not just for me, but for themselves as well! The night was filled with smiles, laughs, amazing poems, quiet meditation, dancing, champagne and just awesome empowering girl time! Honestly can't wait to host the next one!

Interested in partaking in the next White Witches circle? Please either contact me on my contact page or leave a comment! Also any suggestion on circle ideas or what you've liked in others you've attended let me know. Always love input!

This next bit is if you're wanting a bit of insight of the very beginnings of the circle, as told by the host, The White Witch herself...me! Enjoy!

The First

I was pacing back and forth in my apartment last night. If you had been there you'd have told me to sit still and breath, which I forgot a couple of times to do. Nervous, excited, and questioning myself if I had everything ready...was I ready? Looking towards the Strength card from The Wild Unknown Tarot Deck I pulled myself earlier I finally took a deep breath. 'I've got this.' I reassured myself. My usual living room was turned into a sacred place for the girls. Soft lighting, candlelight ambience, the scent of Lime, Spiked Lavender and Rosemary filled the air. The Altar with white candles, clear quartz crystals, and rose petals surrounding a purple Moon Mandala was calming and magical. Tea was steeped and cups placed beautifully on dark blue agate coasters I received for my birthday. A ceremonial feather and palo santo placed by the entrance to smudge all who entered. Looking around one last time and saw nothing else to be done. I sat down finally on my couch, going over one last time the blessing incantation before closing the book taking another deep breath. I began setting the intention to have a night filled with spirit, love, dancing, writing, smiles, laughs, and celebration. Checking my phone one last time in case my guests sent a message. 7 o'clock rolled around and within minutes, the first goddess rang up to my apartment. I relaxed knowing that whatever happened onwards I was ready as the universe is always on my side and only ever gives me exactly what I can handle in these moments. As the soft knock landed on my door, I smiled a huge smile all anxiousness gone as my fellow goddess was greeted with a massive hug. From then the first White Witches Circle had begun.

With Love n' Light
Emma

She sat at the end of the bed holding her hands in a bundle of twisted fingers. The rain pitter-pattering softly against her windows. She let out a soft breath, giving her head a small shake. Her mind hadn't stopped for days. Full of the words that screamed louder then what was actually said, and to all the words that were craving to get out and to be shared with the world again. As a young adult, she held on to the fear of not being good enough, not amounting to anything, not feeling like she was special or could make a difference. Doubts upon doubts that it was too late to start now, what could she possibly say that hadn't already been said. So the words started to become quieter finding someone else to fill out their calling. Her breath caught in her throat, heart sinking heavy in her chest, as she was swallowed by the mattresses comfort of the mundane.

As a child it seemed so freeing, so natural, so apart of her that she didn't care who watched, read, or made comments because it just felt so good to write her soul out. Whether it was a fantasy story, lists of goals and aspirations, poems, or simply writing gibberish she could always rely on a pen and piece of paper to hear her. Yet as she started getting older the feelings of maybe it wasn't her gift began clouding her light. Maybe it was just a phase and she could only hold on to it as a child being read a fairy tale story. Holding onto the characters, castles and adventures while the book was being read. Yet when the book was over and years passed, so passed the stories that held her heart dearly at the time. As further time moved on she thought her child wonder like writing was short lived and somewhat magical only in those moments becoming a part of her distant memory. Shortly after she then began giving her power away to people around her who she cared about. Taking on their truths of her as if they were her own truth. The pen that came up every day had now found a home on her bedside table, the journals calling with endless possibilities and blank pages to be filled were left with stories untold. She tried over and over at different times in her life to pick up that pen again, but it never felt the same so she stopped picking it up. That light and exciting movement of her pen gliding on paper, the creative flow pouring out of her and the want...no the need of a story being written had disappeared.

Tears ran down her face as she stared out her window crying out to the universe. Her head falling back as she stared at the ceiling, tears running heavier. Bring back the words that want to be written, bring back the small voice that coaxed her heart to pick up the pen and bring colour to the pages. Let that lump in her throat become her voice. Screaming, swearing, and cursing all those who told her she wasn't good enough to write. To voice her opinion to let herself be heard as she had once long ago. Not be silenced by her family, her friends, schools, workplaces and others she didn't even know! The only person she was writing to now was the person inside of us all, the little light in us that whispers softly to shine your light and be bright. Call it God, call it the universe, call it Morgen Freeman's voice, call it whatever you have too but write, dance, paint, explore, sing, just create and let yourself be heard by it again. Once she un-layered her hurt, her scares, her fears, and took back her power did she find her voice. It came slowly at first jumbled and not making much sense but it felt right so she went on, and with time she gained momentum her pen becoming a keyboard, and then it became the story you are now reading, and damn did it feel good.

Wiping the last of the tears from her rosy cheeks with her sleeve, she took a deep clearing breath. Pausing before unravelling her fingers onto the keyboard of her laptop. A small smile began curving on her lips as fingers began clicking away, and she could hear the soft voice she knew quite well inside her whispering "Sing again little bird, Sing again"