“In the middle of the poplar wood stood the oldest tree. They called it the ‘White Grandmother’, due to the colour of its trunk that, where it began to branch, turned a brilliant silver. It was here that I would sit wrapped in a warm wolf pelt, and watch the sky. I would lose myself in the hectic dance of the leaves which followed the slow swinging
of the branches; sinuous like river-weed. My heart would soften, gradually slowing to meet the rhythm of the earth below me.
My eyelids became heavier, and heavier…Leaving my human skin there at the foot of the tree, I would let the wolf skin grow on me. I let it devour me whole, I let it invade me like roots on fertile soil.”
Viduca’s story will be featured among those of other wise women in my upcoming A Compendium of Witches – a project supported by my amazing Patreon community♥
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