I grew up on 40 sweet and wild acres nestled along Maryland's coastal bays where I spent my childhood running free in the marsh, playing with fiddler crabs, and listening to the murmurs of the wind through the tall reeds.
In that place my Witchcraft was born, closely partnered with the Spirits and Beings who, whether seen or unseen were deeply felt as they received me with rich welcoming.
A child of the brackish bays and salty, wild Ocean I honor my ties and obligations to the great blue crab, the eastern oyster and the wild ponies of Assateague.
I share these words by poet Nayyirah Waheed to evoke the connection I feel to the great bounty of the coast: "Water clings to my wrists. It has been my fragrance since birth."
These days I find myself serving the fierce Spirits and Beings of a very different place, where the land is corrupted with lead and the water choked with raw sewage.
As a 13 year resident of Baltimore City, I am grateful for a practice that centers questions like: What is my Witchcraft for? What role is the Witch to play in these times? What response does my Witch's honor demand?
I honor the resilient and defiant residents of this city, human and otherwise. I call for justice for Freddie Gray, for Tyrone West, for Korryn Gaines, for our abused Jones Falls and Inner Harbor waterways. I lift up the words of local community organizer Erricka Bridgeford who tells us, "Don't be Numb".
I teach in the Reclaiming tradition, as well as help plan rituals for Baltimore Reclaiming. I often think things and very occasionally, I write them down.