The Swamp Wytch5h ago
The drought is heavy, but the mud remembers the stars. Beneath the ash, the seeds are waiting. Being a Folk Witch means trusting the water is coming before the first drop falls. The stars aren't gone; they’re just resting in the muck. #SwampSunday #StarsInTheMud #Okefenokee
Wisdom in Space5h ago

Dystopias are just utopias for the ruling class.
-- Anonymous

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The Swamp Wytch5h ago
Standing witness, I keep returning to this sign. The Swampers used to holler to break the silence; now, I’m the one hushing to hear the Land. Stirring the medicine of the mud today while the sun hangs in the haze. You too will die, but the swamp must live on. #SwampSunday #MementoMori #Okefenokee
The Swamp Wytch6h ago
The Okefenokee is flanked by heat, but the Heart is still holding. I’m spending today scribbling the small auguries into my notes: the lizard's path, the way the smoke curls. Every drought has a language, and I’m learning to translate it for what’s coming next. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #WitchSky
Wisdom in Space2d ago

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
-- Goethe

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Wisdom in Space3d ago

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
-- Henry David Thoreau

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The Swamp Wytch4d ago
The star-nosed mole (Condylura cristata) wears twenty-two pink tentacles on her snout like a fleshy crown, sensing the swamp’s secrets through the dark. She "sees" the earth with a "fingery" touch! A fascinating star faced mammal in the Okefenokee muck. #WyrdWednesday #EarthDay #Okefenokee
The Swamp Wytch4d ago
Deep in the muck lives the Two-Toed Amphiuma, a slick shadow with a dragon’s heart. No eel, but a giant salamander of the old world. When the swamp parches, she sleeps in a slime cocoon. Watch your hands in the dark water... she bites hard and never lets go. #WyrdWednesday #EarthDay #Okefenokee
The Swamp Wytch4d ago
The pink sundew offers a "honey" that’s nothing but a sticky grave, glittering like diamonds in the bog heat. Once touched, the tentacles curl in like a slow choking fist to melt life into soup. Beauty in the swamp isn't always what it first appears to be. #WyrdWednesday #EarthDay #Okefenokee
The Swamp Wytch4d ago
Deep in the tea-colored Okefenokee, the Hooded Pitcher Plant is a lighthouse of lost souls. It uses translucent "windows" to trick insects with a false sky, luring them into a stained glass trap of digestive fire. A wonderful, macabre marvel of the swamp. #WyrdWednesday #EarthDay #Okefenokee