How do you feel about the idea of truths you cannot touch, tether, or hold in your hands? How do you feel about the truths that are invisible to the naked eye, that make us question reality and whisper from the abyss - truths that initiate us into the Mysteries of the unseen?

The liminal is the territory of the witch; the liminal is where the word witch turns for creative inspiration. Liminal spaces are thin places and home to myths, magic, and creativity. The word liminal comes from the Latin limen, meaning the threshold. The threshold is the archetypal place where a writer can turn to connect with their creative impulse—that which compels the writer to put pen to paper.

Come April's full moon, the wildflowers are whispering. Our seasonal harbinger, the hare, trades its den for a shelter made of sun, and birdsong blossoms as temperatures warm. You remind yourself that in animistic communities, bird-watching is a form of divination. People from the ancient Greek world called it ornithomancy.

At Pointy Hat Press, we consider art witchery and channeled writing forms of creative mediumship. The same goes for songwriters and composers who summon music via their dreams. If you’re weaving stories into tapestries, crafting desk altars for your muses, or ritualizing your creativity alongside your magical world in a way that makes you feel alive, you’re already engaged with creative mediumship.

Here at Pointy Hat Press and Little Witch Books, we're not planning any pranks today, but we can still learn from the Fool. Whether we're talking tarot, mythology, or pop culture, the archetypal Fool is everywhere. He is the court jester, class clown, and the cunning, amorous Pan from Greek mythology. The fool is the comedian but also the courageous (yet inexperienced) maiden or shepherd setting out on a quest.

By the glow of the bonefire, and under the watch of the guardian oak tree, together you’ll explore and tell the tales of the Witches, Goddesses, potent plants, folklore, and myth.

Ostara is sometimes referenced as a type of “Pagan Easter,” when families celebrate the turn of the wheel by decorating eggs, engaging in floromancy (divination with flowers), and revisiting their favorite seasonal folklore.

Cloaked in saffron and flanked by spectral hounds, Hecate is the mythical goddess of witchcraft and the moon. In stories, she's a guardian and gardener, tending to poisonous plants and the blossoms that frame shadowy thresholds and opportunities.

Place your ear to the pages of your favorite fairy tale, and you'll hear the gentle murmuring of bees. Often, a hive takes on the role that the fae folk might – saving the day when all hope seems lost. Folk stories of yesteryear say bees are born within budding flowers….

Although it's described as liquid sunshine, a long time ago, people said honey came from the moon. Surrounded by glittering bees under the guise of stars, the moon was the hive within Night's Garden.

You might have heard witches describe their magickal journeys as lessons in remembering. Which is a beautiful way to say that our roots endure, perhaps stretching wider and reaching further back in time than we ever imagined possible. Every so often, those ancient roots spiral back to the surface in the form of memories, and a longing for something that was nearly (but luckily not) forgotten.

How are you honoring your creative fires on Brigid’s Day? If you’re doing it by casting spells and calling circles, we salute you. If you prefer to stay wrapped in winter’s blanket, light a candle, and explore the landscapes of your inner worlds, this is also a spell. Imbolc’s magick is subtle and sleepierthan other sabbats like Samhain and Yule.

Our first full moon of 2025 is a spell. It’s a spell that doesn't require fancy tools or heaps of practice, nor do we need to follow strict rules or memorize unfamiliar scripts. January's moon is a spell that summons magic from our dreams. So, while it's often called the Old Moon, the Quiet Moon, the Moon After Yule, or the Wolf Moon, we've crowned it the Dreamer's Moon.

Seasonal epics are long and winding, and before the chapters of ol’ St. Nicolas and Father Frost, the pages of winter featured another Solstice spirit. She, too, was a guardian and bringer of light but wiser and much older than the rest. And she did not carry the sun in her hands, as one might expect, but cradled within her horns. Back then, dashing between the pages of winter was Mother Deer...Click here to read Little Witch Tales: The Deer Mother.

Before the tales of Father Frost or old St. Nicolas, it was fairy women and storm hags who heralded the Yuletime season. Back then, a blue-faced, one-eyed crone named the Cailleach was bigger than the trees. She was the Old One, a giantess who raged from mountain to mountain, wielding a hammer in one fist and an icy staff in the other.

Here at Pointy Hat Press and Little Witch Books, we're tapping into magical worlds through books, scripted spells, and a practice called literary spellcraft. Perhaps you know it as word witchery or intuitive writing, but literary spells are vehicles built from your words. Poetry, storytelling, dream journaling, bibliomancy, or putting pen to paper for 10 minutes a day can be a spell when paired with an intention.

The horned and beastly are also drawn to the apple. Legend says that unicorns often find sanctuary beneath apple trees and nibble on low-hanging fruit. In the Garden of Eden, the apples are forbidden fruit and vessels of knowledge. They are protected and parsed out by the silver-tongued serpent.

Summer is long gone and the days are getting shorter. Little Witch wonders where magick goes when things turn frosty and cold. Does it know to move indoors or burrow into the earth? Will it find sanctuary in the trees? Her coven assures her that, like the hibernating creatures of the forest, the realm of enchantment is safe and sound. But seeing is believing, says Madam Spider, and she challenges Little Witch to a scavenger hunt!

Our Samhain Season marks the waning phase of the seasonal wheel, but this week, we’re also lighting a candle for our 10th full moon of the year – the Hunter Moon. Beneath the Hunter Moon, Mother Earth is busy shedding her summer skin while humans labor harder than ever.

As this week's full moon falls just a few days shy of the Autumn Equinox, it's sometimes called the Harvest Moon. In agricultural societies, land tenders work late into the night to keep up with autumn's bounty. People use the moon as their lantern and helpmate, a seasonal torch known intimately by the reapers.