-
Continue reading →: Alone With My Thoughts
This morning, the house was eerily quiet. Micah is at a camp out this weekend. My dog, Fezzik, ate breakfast then promptly went back upstairs and back to bed. And Madeline (the dog I’m currently dog sitting) was outside, quietly enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. It was an unexpectedly deeply…
-
Continue reading →: Go Vote!
Our political system is like public transit. There may not be a bus that will pick you up at your front door and drop you off at you destination. So you pick the bus, or series of buses, that picks up somewhere you can get to, and drops you off…
-
Continue reading →: Samhain Musings
Tonight was Haven Song‘s Samhain ritual. We used to hold it on the last Sunday of October, but I also have my annual Halloween party on the last Saturday of each October. I used to host the Halloween party, go to bed somewhere around 3 or 4 in the morning,…
-
Continue reading →: Words, Words, Words
What’s this? I disappear for nearly a year, and now I’m posting twice in as many days? What’s going on here? The truth is that whole a lot happened in the last year (basically all good), but most of it was more personal than anything I wanted to share here.…
-
Continue reading →: That’s As Many As Four Tens
Yesterday was my 40th birthday, and as it approached, I made plans to get a new tattoo to celebrate–or at least I tried to make plans. Despite my best efforts, I haven’t been able to get in touch with the artist I’d like to do the work. I had intended…
-
Continue reading →: Chaos in the Unknown
At the top of each month I draw a rune from the bag in my Frigg shrine. It’s partially a way of learning the runes, but it’s also a sort of reflective meditation. Each day when I say my morning prayer to Her, I contemplate the meaning of the rune,…
-
Continue reading →: Harvest Home
On or about the autumnal equinox Wiccans and many other pagans celebrate a holiday generally called Mabon, or Harvest Home. In Wicca, it is specifically a holiday about the big, autumn harvest from which (in an agricultural society) the bulk of the winter’s food would come. In Blue Star Wicca…
-
Continue reading →: Black Walnut Ink
About two weeks ago I learned about a magical spicy goth juice called nocino, which is made with under ripe black walnuts. Knowing that my friend and grove-mate has a black walnut tree in his yard, I asked him about foraging, and he showed up to our next esbat with…
-
Continue reading →: Everything In Its Season
In my early 20s I moved from New Jersey to Massachusetts after my boyfriend of three years broke up with me. This all made perfect sense at the time, and the first few months that I lived there were really excellent for me. I landed a significant role with the…
-
Continue reading →: The Magick of FoodWren (who I mention so often I’d have to give her royalties if this blog made money) recommended a book to me last fall, and I promptly picked it up. The Magick of Food by Gwion Raven is subtitled “Rituals, Offerings & Why We Eat Together” and sounded very much…
Hello,
I’m Willow
I’m a 3rd degree initiate of Blue Star Wicca, a full time homemaker, a certified death midwife and much, much more.
The Black Apron is a space for me to gather & publish my thoughts on witchcraft, homemaking, hearthcraft, anything and everything macabre, & how all these things intersect & interact–both in my personal practice, and beyond.
Let’s connect
Stay spooky!
Keep current with my latest recipes, deliberations, & flights of fancy by joining the newsletter.
The Black Apron 