Hey, y'all--sorry I'm a day late. I did go forth with the DV awareness event, it was incredible, I was triggered by my own event (ironic, that) but am still so happy that I did the work. Maybe someone out there will be more aware now . . .

Either way, late yesterday was a rain shower, and it was the only time that I had to record. So, we begin with rain hammering around my voice and it comes back, briefly. My apologies if it makes it hard to hear.

But snuggle up. This is a longer one and something I've been working with for a while. If we understand that land needs reparations, healing, and recovery after injury: how are we doing that magical work for ourselves?

Love y'all like chicken, and thanks for understanding about my belated post. xoxo, Seba

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So, y'all: this one's long, almost double what I usually record and edit. But it was important. Last week, we talked about Cailleach handing over the reins to Brigid--and it's pertinent to this episode.

I know you're tired. I know it's too much. But Brigid, spring, and the trees have our backs. Even if it's only a scream into the dark, or a big F-YOU to the ice that has frozen everything we loved about humanity, it counts. It's hard to believe, I get it.

But the flowers are almost here. And we have to push up with them, somehow. Some way.

It's what Witches do, hon.

Love y'all like chicken,
Seba

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Well, Batchildren. It's been a long ride, but here we are: episode 199. Holy crap. How did that happen? I remember when we started, all those years ago, when I had no idea why it would matter yet.

We were all young and naive together. And it totally mattered.

But here we are now, in the dead of winter, on a pivotal, magical evening: the night that Cailleach gives way to Brigid. Blessed Imbolc to all of you. Don't forget the oats for Brigid's cow, or your shawls and blessed beds, but while you are out there: don't forget her momma. Cailleach has cared for us all in this dark time, but more: she has shed blood for us.

Love y'all like chicken, stay warm, Seba

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