#greenwitch

[rosieandthemoon]

Ireland

[abyssalfable]

show👏🏽 me 👏🏽your👏🏽 recycled👏🏽 containers 👏🏽

Show/tell me what's in them now after you gutted its original contents to store your magical ingredients and/or treasures. Bonus points for their little stories.

Here are mine (from left to right)

Thrifted acorn candle container: now full of coins from different countries, small shells from my homeland, and an assortment of stream rocks.

Finished kimchi jar: now holding teeth from a baby deer killed by coyotes (I do still need to clean them).

Empty bottle from local vet clinic: now holding May 2026 full moon enhanced Storm Water from last year and this last winter (featuring astrophyllite crystal).

Finished maple syrup bottle: coffee beans.

Finished maple cream jar: Shadow Thoughts jar.

Finished candle jar: (very old) dried flowers.

[livesunique]

"Sui Generis" Residence, Greenwich, Connecticut, United States,

Designed by Greville Rickard in 1931,

Landscaping by Miranda Brooks

[theoccultmoon]

Friday the 13th: A Witch’s Guide to Magic and Mystery ๋࣭ ⭑ 

Friday the 13th is almost here, and while many people associate this day with superstition or bad luck, in witchcraft, it’s a time of power and transformation. This day is deeply tied to sacred feminine energy, creativity, and rebirth, making it an ideal moment to honor your intuition and engage in meaningful rituals. 

The Magic of Friday the 13th 

Historically, Friday the 13th was far from unlucky, it was a day of celebration! 

☆ Friday: Ruled by Venus, the planet of love, beauty, and creativity. 

☆ The Number 13: Sacred to the Goddess, it symbolizes cycles, transformation, and spiritual awakening. There are 13 lunar cycles in a year, further connecting this number to divine feminine energy. 

This day invites us to reclaim its magical energy, focusing on self-love, manifestation, and intuitive growth. 

How to Work with Friday the 13th Energy 

☆ Cleanse and Ground 

Start your day with a cleansing ritual to clear away negative energy. 

⟡ Tools: Use sage, rosemary, or a cleansing spray. 

⟡ Intention: “I release all fears and superstitions, and welcome abundance, clarity, and love into my life.” 

☆ Ritual for Manifestation and Creativity 

With Venus’s influence, this is the perfect time to focus on love, beauty, and prosperity. 

⟡ Tools: Green or pink candles, rose quartz, cinnamon, or basil. 

⟡ Practice: Write down your desires, focusing on creativity or relationships, and burn the paper in a fire-safe dish to release them into the universe. 

☆ Journaling and Reflection 

Friday the 13th is a great time to honor cycles in your life. 

⟡ Journal prompts:  

What transformations have I undergone this year? 

What do I need to release to step into my power? 

Astrological Insights 

This year’s Friday the 13th falls during Mars retrograde in Leo and Mercury retrograde, adding layers of introspection and reflection. 

⟡ Mars Retrograde: Reflect on how you assert yourself and revisit creative projects. 

⟡ Mercury Retrograde: Focus on revisiting old ideas, reconnecting with loved ones, and practicing patience in communication. 

A Day of Empowerment 

Friday the 13th reminds us that what’s seen as “unlucky” can be reclaimed as sacred and magical. It’s a day to break free from limiting beliefs, honor your inner power, and connect with the cycles of life. 

✨ How do you celebrate Friday the 13th? Share your rituals and practices! I’d love to hear how you embrace its magic! 🌙 

[rajavomwaldesrand]

©𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓪 Awakening dryad.

Source:@ayimalyam

[red-umbrella-811]

I love how in The Dark is Rising, you get the impression that the Old Ones are having this subtle layer of mental conversation totally invisible to normal people, and then you read Greenwitch, and Barney is like “and then Captain Thoms and Will spaced out for several minutes in the middle of the conversation. It was offputting.”

[urhoneycombwitch]

hands of love

Eddie Munson x greenwitch!Reader

foreword: omg been so long since I wrote for greenwitch!reader she’s baaaack. thx for reading if u do <3

cw: greenwitch!reader, R dresses very femme, referred to as ‘girlfriend’ once

wc: 1.5k

___

It’s the first sunny spring day in Hawkins, so when Eddie’s cursory call goes straight to your answering machine, he’s not worried. Wherever there’s sun, you’re sure to be found- dozing on his front porch like a cat in the sun, making daisy chains with rings sparkling on your pretty fingers, anywhere but indoors.

He hums along mindlessly to the radio on his way over, plucking at the neck of his cut-off tank for airflow. Metalhead fashion is a killer during warm months; he’s already regretting the choice of black ripped jeans over more weather-appropriate shorts.

Your dad’s house is just off Cornwallis, nestled in a forested area, gravel service road for a driveway that’s easy to miss. Eddie swings his van with a practiced wheel-flex, tires crunching down the lane when something catches his eye and he hits the brakes, hard.

Just off the gravel, sittin’ pretty in the dirt, is you- deep green tank top hugging your chest, bare feet poking out of a long patchwork skirt, gold and silver jewelry dripping from your ears, sliding around your neck and wrists, glinting in the sun. 

You’re a fucking vision. Eddie swears, softly, then throws the gear shift to park and pockets his keys.

At the sound of the van door closing, you look up from your spot sat on the ground, the little crinkle of focus between your brows smoothing out into a devastatingly radiant smile- for Eddie. All for him.

”Hey! Was just thinkin’ about you!”

Eddie’s careful not to disturb the gardening tools spread out in haphazard array when he walks over, bending to his haunches for a kiss. 

You taste like fragrant oil and sunshine. He gives you another for good measure, then pulls back, bracketing your face between his palms- “You were thinkin’ about little ol’ me?”

“Always.” An honest grin for an honest answer. “I was making you a present and then wishing you’d show up, so it’s kind of like I manifested you. With my mind.”

“Freaky,” he replies, indulgent, giving you a forehead kiss then dropping to sit at your side. “Good thing I have a witch for a girlfriend, hm?”

“Uh-huh. Good thing.” 

He’s already lost your attention to the trowel you’re plunging in the dirt, churning up the earth, loamy smell filling the air. Used to chasing after your trains of thought, Eddie asks, “Whatcha doing? 

“In a minute.” The reply is kind but distracted, a sort of coded rhythm that Eddie’s good at breaking- I want to tell you but if I try to find the words, my focus will slip.

Your focus is a precious thing- especially when it comes to your craft. Unintentionally, you’ve taught Eddie more about the virtues of shutting up and taking the world in these past few months than he’s ever cared to learn before.

After reaching past him for an open mason jar, you carefully shovel in about an inch of dirt, hold it up to the light for inspection, then repeat the same motion for the other nearby jar. 

Eddie waits patiently, leaning back into his hands, watching you work. It’s soothing, seeing you interact with the nature that runs through your veins; having been on the receiving end of many of your gifts, he wonders if it’s a spell jar. Or a planter. Or-

“Terrarium.” As if responding to Eddie’s internal questions, your full attention envelops him, suffocatingly, wonderfully close as you lean in. “Was gonna make it for you as a surprise, but now that you’re here… wanna make it with me?”

Eddie’s still reeling from the steadiness of your eyes on his, the soft slip of bare arm pressing against his own. With a slow, dazed head shake- “Hold on. Give me a second.”

Your turn to be patient, jar of soil held at the space where your bodies are joined, paused, lashes sweeping with each curious blink.

Eddie blows out a breath, only half-joking as he says, “Goddamn. Really unfair. Thought you promised not to get prettier?”

Compliments only land with you half the time, so when a bashful smile pulls at the edges of your pretty mouth Eddie mentally fist pumps.

“I made no such promise.” The jar is thrust into his waiting hand, and you turn to pick up your own. “This one can be for your windowsill, maybe in the kitchen? It’s gotta have some light, but not too much. If Wayne likes it, maybe you can share-”

“Not sharing shit with that man,” Eddie says, grand in his petulance. “Wayne can get his own jar of dirt.”

Your squint straightens him out. Eddie folds easy for you, always has.

“Gotta find some moss,” you say, eyes still unerringly on Eddie’s, “That’s the substrate layer. And then little plants, maybe some grass, whatever we can forage that’s small enough to fit. Oh, and isopods, if we can find ‘em.”

“Iso-what?” Eddie asked, alarmed, but you’re already standing, moving past the edge of the forest in search of terrarium treasures while he scrambles to catch up.

There’s an easy, graceful lilt to your movements when you’re outdoors, as if you’re meant to be there- moss reveals itself to you faster than Eddie would’ve thought possible. One overturned rock later and your gleeful exclamation rings bright through the woods.

“Sheet moss!”

“Oh, sheet,” he jokes, lamely, but you laugh anyways.

A circular patch of moss gets pushed into the jars. Eddie’s fingers feel bulky and clumsy in comparison to your dexterous ones, but the praise you give him once the layer is settled makes it worth it.

He happily trails after you in search of more small greenery, listening to your lengthy explanations of each new addition, huffing in amazement when you come up with the scientific name for crabgrass.

“Christ, sweetheart.” He whistles low as soon as you’re done, reaching over to brush some sticky pine needles off your hip. “So fuckin’ smart. Would’ve killed to have you as my teacher back in the day, might’ve actually graduated on time.”

“I don’t think Hawkins High has a botany program.” Your reply comes distracted, but this time it’s because Eddie’s hand has found a home on the strip of skin between your skirt and top.

He rubs a thumb into your bare hip, moss jar hanging loose from his other hand as he pulls you towards him. “Yeah. Probably for the best. I think they frown on students who sleep with teachers. Couldn’t keep my hands off’a you.”

Chin tilted to meet him halfway, you give him a real good kiss, lips soft and smooth over his, parted slightly until the thrill of your wet tongue presses into his eager one.

“Gotta show you the best part.” When you pull back, sounding a little out of breath, you slip your hand into Eddie’s and lead the way to your original spot.

Two flat metal disks are procured from your pile of things; you hold one out for Eddie in your palm, explaining as he takes it- “Made this one special for you. It goes on top, like this-” you rotate the other disk until it slides into place over your jar. “Like a lid. But I had to make my own from scrap pieces ‘cuz the original mason lids didn’t take the markings.”

Eddie flips the homemade lid over in his hands to find a five-pointed star hugged by a circle, raised and tamped by hand into the metal. He blinks up at you, in awe. “You did this?”

“Yeah, it’s-” you must misread his wonder because the words spill out like you’re nervous, fiddling with the sides of your jar like you don’t want to see his expression anymore. “It’s a pentacle. Like from your Judas Priest poster? But this one’s not upside-down like his, so I meant it more for protection and prosperity. Y’know. To help keep your little world safe. And make it grow.”

Gently, a little unsure, you clink your jar against his in the sweetest cheers he’s ever seen.

Eddie swears again, achingly in love, then spins the lid tight over his new terrarium and grins at you. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

There’s no room for a buffer as a smile nearly splits your face in two, giggling, delighted with his affection. “Over a jar of dirt? Man, can’t wait to see what you promise me when I give you an even better gift.”

“I’ve got some ideas.” His voice pitches low, taking the jar from your hand to join his on the ground so he can wrap you up in his arms, properly. “Gonna have to come over a lot more and make sure I’m keeping it alive. Think of all those tiny ocelots depending on you.”

“Isopods,” you correct in a whisper, letting Eddie nuzzle into the crown of your hair, warm and smelling faintly of your bergamot shampoo. “And it only needs to be watered like, once a month, but I’ll come over way more than that.”

“You better.” Eddie puts on his best threatening tone. “I get crazier every hour we’re apart. Swear.”

He feels the curl of your smile against his sternum, and you let him hold you and sway in the afternoon sun. 

[groundedrosegrows]

My last weeks harvest of Dandilions, Raspberry Leafs and Crab apple Flowers for Tea. And Lots of Chives!

- I use Dandelion tea as support for the Lymphatic system and liver.

- I use Raspberry Leafs as Menstruation Support for my PCOS, it helps my cramping and helps get my period over faster!

-The crab apple blossoms are just something fun to throw in tea for colour but im sure they have benefits of some sort.

-Chives are used for cooking! I dry them in my dehydrator and keep them in a jar for the colder months.