An ode to witches

I grew up watching my mother and her sisters’ coven nearly every week. They’d gather around a table to “play cards.” As a kid, it felt like the safest place in the world. Not only did I have my mom, but I had all my second moms in one place, under one roof.

I’d hear stories from the week, laughter echoing down the hallway, advice passed like potions, and plans brewed to save themselves, each other, and sometimes, the whole world. Businesses were born there. Parties were planned. And yes, a few (very rightfully deserved) hexes were whispered too.

Those childhood weekends taught me that when women come together with intention, magic happens. We are the source. We create life, yes, but we also create energy, safety, ideas, and movement. We set the tone in our homes and ripple it out into our communities.

Tonight I’m taking my boys trick-or-treating. It might be the last year they go together, with Lyle now in sixth grade, and I can already feel that bittersweet shift. I can’t wait to see all the versions of witches out there…big, little, happy, sad, wild, beautiful, scary…all powerful. All wise.

Tomorrow I’ll light a candle for my mom and the ancestors who came before me. I’ll honor every woman who ever stirred a pot, spoke truth, and made something from nothing. The ones who filled my heart and bones with the kind of power that can transform the world.

Here’s to the witches. The mothers. The makers. The ones who remember.

Happy Halloween.

xoxoxox,

Linds

P.S. Maybe tonight, as the candles flicker and the air shifts, take a quiet moment to feel the power that’s been passed down to you. The kind that doesn’t need proof or permission…just presence.