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EP 177 Yuletide 2022: Happy Talking Together (aka Santa Is A Mushroom)

The Missing Witches Coven gathers together to sing and tell stories for Winter Solstice - the longest night of our year.

Amy Torok
Jan 2, 2023
2 min read
Sabbat SpecialsYule
image credit: illustration from the beautiful Dark Forest Lunar Calendar by Selcha Uni that my sister got me as a Yuletide gift.

The Missing Witches Coven gathers together to sing and tell stories for Winter Solstice - the longest night of our year.

Adrianne Blanks - The Holly & The Ivy (Official Music Video) - Check out more Adrianne music here: https://adrianneblanks.bandcamp.com
Woman Spirit Magazine - Winter 1977

Facebook post about Yule from an Irish perspective (a private group called "Irish Paganism", which you can request to join):
https://www.facebook.com/groups/348235050237754/permalink/680838533644069/

Resource about the wheel of the year from an Irish perspective:  
https://loraobrien.ie/irish-pagan-holidays/

Learn about Yule (jól) from a Norse perspective:

Dr. Rune Hjarno Rasmussen
https://nordicanimism.com/

Heathen Women United Facebook group & website: http://heathenwomenunited.org/

https://www.npr.org/2010/12/24/132260025/did-shrooms-send-santa-and-his-reindeer-flying

My Mother’s Savage Daughter

Chorus:
I am my mother's savage daughter,
the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter,
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

My mother's child is a savage,
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers,
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.

(Chorus)

My mother's child dances in darkness,
And sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
And watches the stars and renames the planets,
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.

(Chorus)

My mother's child curses too loud and too often,
My mother's child laughs too hard and too long,
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
And clumsily raises her voice in this song.

(Chorus)

Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water,
Brought into this world through blood and through pain,
And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakening,
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain.

(Chorus x3)
We are our mother's savage daughters,
The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters,
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice

My Mother's Savage Daughter words/music c.1990 k.l. u. kahan

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