Showing posts with label Confessions of a Postmodern Poetess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confessions of a Postmodern Poetess. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2010

What is a Witch? What is a Poet? What is a Poetess?




When the first definition came to me, I was tired from the exciting rigors of a Stonecoast residency but had centered myself with water, air, and thought. I thought of it while driving to the Stone House to teach a workshop:

A witch is someone who is so sensitive to the energy of the physical world that they have found it necessary to cultivate (perhaps initially as a survival skill!) the innate human ability to notice and change that energy. (Starhawk put it more succinctly: a witch is someone who can change consciousness at will).