This is the perfect time to be connecting with the Mother nature in the form of Baba Yaga. Most stories of her are tales of fear and trickery- though she can take this form- she does also offer us a way of seeing ourselves as a hero too? How do we illuminate the dark? What parts of ourselves are we ready to offer up to move on? What is waiting to die in order for us to live? In The Egyptian Cartouche The Buckle of Isis talks about growth with a sacrifice. What do you wish to create but feel unable to find the space to do so? Can you see the dark as a valuable and necessary part of healing, and of you?

Baba Yaga is nature, wild and untamed, light and dark, but she can also be kind.

She can sprinkle Water of Death, or the Water of Life, and you shall be reborn.

Grandma death is the Goddess of old Bones, destroyer and resurrecter. She collects our white bones and pours the Water of Life and Death upon them, singing her magic songs and we are reborn.

Whenever we experience darkness, a depression, or a spiritual emptiness when we feel that we surely must be dead, we have come to visit our Bone Mother. If we are wise, it is she, especially if we behold our own most dark shadow, who transforms us and gives us new life.

Come, let us visit Baba Yaga's in the deepest, darkest depth of the forest- and in the midst of a clearing, deep in a tangled wood, see a small fire burn.

What will you offer into the wishing well and what gift will you receive?