This Ain’t Witchcraft. It’s Wildcraft.

54 thoughts on “This Ain’t Witchcraft. It’s Wildcraft.”

  1. Had a Granny who could tell stories including ghost stories while we sat in the dark to save electricity. So sorry we never thought to record them [not easily done in those days]. Then had a ‘step’ grandmother, Mom, who had a front porch in her dog-trot cabin where we sat & could hear the call of the ‘painter’ across the big, pine tree gulches in the red clay hills of NE MS.

  2. Oh how I’m missing your writings, Anna. I hope this year brings you much love, happiness and success, plus a whole lot more sharin’ of your Appalachian ink.

  3. I have missed your great writings. As a young boy, I still remember the ways of “mountain folk” that’s how my dad, and kin would call themselves selfs.
    Thank you
    Lewis

  4. Makes me miss my Mamaw and Papaw and the way they smelled of sweat and Erth. I miss running barefoot and eating tommy toes warm from the sun off the vine straight from the garden down in the holler

  5. Your story brought tears to my eyes. It brought my granny back to life. As a “wise woman” of these Appalachia mountains, I now make the salves, the tinctures, the elderberry. I honor the earth and her gifts. When living in California ( I have roamed this earth…) I was called the “green witch”. ….Not a witch here..just a history in my soul.

  6. Wow…. I’m under your spell…. “hear the wind?”–granny said, “it is nothing but words creating wings.” That’s what you do with your writings. A gift.

    Cielo
    At the little white cottage in the woods

  7. Wow…. I’m under your spell…. “hear the wind?”–granny said, “it is nothing but words creating wings.” That’s what you do with your writings. A gift.

    Cielo
    At the little white cottage in the woods

  8. I love this….
    It is “wildcraft”…
    This is for sure…
    For “Mother” gives us the natural cure. 😉

  9. Wow. I am so enchanted by your writings. My ancestors lived in these Appalachian Mountains. I came back a little over 4 years ago and am in love with the area and old magic. Thank you for writing and keeping us connected. I’m reblogging this today.

  10. This is wonder-full! As a wild child raised in the hollers and hills of Appalachia, I know this ain’t witchcraft of which you speak: It IS something far more magical. I had a wildcrafting granny, too. We called her Maw. Thank you, thank you for telling the grannies’ stories.

  11. I wanted to tell you how happy I am that I found your site. I love your writing and look forward to your stories. They remind me so much of my Grandma’s memories.
    Merry Samhain and Blessed Be

  12. I adopted the mountains forty some years ago, Old home places, dirt roads and gin clear water with speckled trout. Reading your writing always lifts a veil and makes me feel like the mountains have adopted me as well. Thank you.

  13. I read your words and find myself on Mammy Powell’s porch once again. Bangers and mash for dinner and ghost stories by the fire under the quilts…her eyes shining bright…my heart is quiet in the memories…thank you so much
    for sharing! Blessed Samhain to you…

  14. I can’t find the words to express how much I loved this. Your writing speaks to me, thank you for sharing it. Hug your Granny for me, I lost mine this past year. She always had the best ghost stories too, maybe it’s a born and raised in Kentucky thing? Have a magical Samhain.

  15. I came across your musings a while back. I love the memories you share, and the words you share em with.
    May your Samhain be blessed. The old ways are still among us.

  16. Thank you for the wonderful read )O(

    On Thu, Oct 27, 2016 at 2:46 PM, Appalachian Ink ~ Home of Anna Wess (and Granny) wrote:

    > Anna Wess posted: “Oh, good Lord, the chill has arrived. As much as Fall > in the mountains inspires us with its palette of gold and firelit scarlet > and melancholy reverie, that chill is not a welcome visitor. No, not at > all, not for us summer folk. That chill stays too long ” >

      1. Wonderful to hear. I love your stories. My mother knew pomes about Little Orphan Annie — and a goblin goin’a get cha’ if you don’t watch out. Do you know any of them?
        Thank you

  17. I loved this story. Remembered my dad talking about the panthers on the mountain where he grew up and how frightening they could be. I know that my grandmother made and used old natural remedies. Thank you for this beautiful and rich story. Nancy

  18. Been looking for you too,Anna.Your vivid writing warms my heart.So lucky-all of us who had grans to love us.Bless you and stay warm,darlin.

  19. Your writings always take me back home to my Ozark Mountains. I had to leave there years ago..it is bittersweet going back down memory lane.

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