natasailincic:

“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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