I don't think I've ever been this raw while podcasting. It's been a long year for me, and for all of us I reckon. This is where I landed. I cannot thank all of those who held space for me, believed in me, and sent me so much energy and love.

I'm still healing, but that's a good thing. Love y'all like chicken--and the moon and stars.

Seba

P.S. Try to say centrifugal force five times really fast. Now, do it with a Southern accent, lol.

I couldn't release the last one I did, y'all. It was a broken mess, and I worry that y'all can't handle much more of that. I saved it, so we will see if I ever get brave enough to put that out into the world.

But this one is special, in more than one way. Around minute 22, my son let my grandbaby call me--and then, let me keep it in the recording. (Don’t have time to smooth it, so prepare for a sudden baby voice.) This is my heart, the soul that has kept me alive.

And she was, indeed, wearing a "dwess."

Blessed Yule. Please light the candle of your heart and stay. I know how hard it is--but there's magic still. Love y'all like chicken. Seba

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I know I'm not the only one who suffers in the winter (shoutout to my sweet Joanna). This is one of the ways that I cope: by giving a sh*t, even though it feels counterintuitive to where I am in the cold.

Love y'all like chicken, Seba

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Hey, y'all! This one is a little longer than usual. I just started rambling about why I do what I do and this is what came out, a love letter to the land. I did this one on September 14th, right before my legal battle, and released it only on Patreon to protect my land and family. I won that battle. Love y’all like chicken!

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Just rambling about how to survive the coming changes, y'all. Winter is all about planning the garden to come, reflecting on where we've been, and gathering the lessons together around our hearth fires to ponder and reflect.

Love y'all like chicken, Seba

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*I briefly mention the "Toilet Paper Plant" aka Plectranthus barbatus in this episode. I'm thinking of sending cuttings in the spring to anyone in the Familiar/Cauldron level, so remind me in March? To learn more about this wondrous plant, go to: https://www.robingreenfield.org/bluespur/

Y'all, I tried not to talk about it. I walked around the house, I screamed at the sky, just trying to get it out of me--but, it still came out. Don't listen if you're tired of hearing about it. The thing is: I just couldn't get past the covert narcissism of the asshats who did this. And so . . .

I reckon I might lose some folks over this. But, this is where I stand. I figure, what the hell. Everything is burning, so will I.

Be safe. Be Witches. Don't stop planting the seeds. And I love y'all like chicken. Seba

Hey, y'all. Just me, ruminating on the truth of scars and how we can't truly erase our past. There's something exquisitely beautiful about scars, especially as they tell the real of a time and a place. As Witches, we know the value of tracing the memories, the history, and by doing so: find ourselves.

Love y'all like chicken, Seba

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Hey, y’all. I know that it’s been a very long time, but if you remember my “Message” from July: I’m holding to my promise. It’s October, the worst of my battle is over, and I’m back. Limping a little, but still standing on the porch.

I’m not going to over-edit this one. (That wouldn’t be authentic.) I feel very much like I’ve had surgery and don’t want to pop a stitch. There’s been asshattery and outright cowanism—and I may be releasing the episodes that have only been hosted over on Patreon for the past year. But in the meantime, settle in on the porch and let me tell you where I am today.

I’m healing. I’m a Witch who has survived betrayal trauma. And I’m here, once again, to share my barbaric yawp across the treetops.

Blessed Be, Seba

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