HEARTHBLOSSOM

Remembering the Old Path There’s something about reaching this season of life that makes the air feel different, as if the wheel of the year is turning within me. The children are grown, the house is quieter than it once was, and the marriage that began in youthful hope has weathered both its bright days and its shadowed ones. I’ve been a wife and a mother for so long, tending, giving, making sure the hearth was never cold. But somewhere along the way, I realized I’d been hearing a whisper all these years, one that I never truly silenced. A calling. A remembering. The Quiet Arrival of Witchcraft Witchcraft didn’t arrive in my life like a bolt of lightning. It crept in gently, like ivy climbing up old stone. It was there when I lit a candle at the end of a weary day, when I pressed herbs between the pages of a book, when I noticed how my spirit rose and fell in rhythm with the seasons. For a long time, I thought it was just curiosity. Now I know it was something deeper — my blood and bo...