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What The Witch Is Reading – August 2026

Posted on August 21, 2026 by runa

Hunt, Gather, Books!

A background image of overflowing bookshelves, including a book by Runa Troy, with the words: What The Witch Is Reading - giving back to all books gave to me - it's a marker photo to alert readers this is a regular series — This section of my blog is dedicated to spreading the love of reading and books and the people who make them happen. I would not be the Witch I am today without books. I owe an obscene amount of gratitude to all the makers of books out there. This is my way of giving back. I hope that something I pick up and review will guide you to acquire the next tome on your To Be Read stack.

Sister of Darkness: The Chronicles of a Modern Exorcist by R.H. Stavis with Sarah Durand

This book was recommended to me by my Spirit Work mentor, because I described for them in something that I was experiencing when I was practicing mediumship. Because of this, I read it quickly and then, re-read it again.

Stavis is a horror screenwriter and a secular exorcist. She clears a range of dark forces from people of all backgrounds, including hollywood elites, athletes, and anyone who needs her help. In the book I was personally taken with her stories about seeing invisible entities as a child, but learning to ignore them because of disbelief and punishment. However, adulthood comes for us all, and Stavis had to accept and hone her gift, mostly on her own.

Through stories of the exorcisms she performs, emotions seem to be the biggest factor in what creates the possession or attachment of these negative forces. Stavis does refer to them as demons and there isn’t just one kind of demon, which she details throughout the book. Whether its a Clive, Wraith, Trickster, Collector (shudder), Furbies, Realm Walkers, Poofs, or Sandman, Stavis takes you on an underworld tour in a open, witty, and unashamed way, without seeming cocky.

The weird thing is it all makes sense when you close the book. Want to shake up your book club next month? Pick this one up and watch the conversations erupt into the paranormal.

Mycelium Running: How Mushrooms Can Help Save the World by Paul Stamets

The biggest takeaway from this book is that I NEED to get his book Growing Gourmet and Medicinal Mushrooms the next time my book piggy bank is full again.

The connection Stamets has with mushrooms is what I would call divine. He doesn’t say it in the book, but the language, stories, and presentation showed me a more animistic worldview If you garden or grow food, reading this book will blow your mind when you learn everything about fungi.

A good core of the book – almost manual like – is about how mushrooms restore ecology out of balance. If you farm, forest, clean up pollution, or just like eating chanterelles, this is a near expansive mushroom-tech encyclopedia on everything fungi. Nothing in the book has not been experienced by the author, too, so the stories behind the information, the practical applications, and recommendations all come from Stamet’s lived experience, with all the scientific footnotes included. More reading, yay!

The Reverse Centaur’s Guide to Life After AI: How to Think About Artificial Intelligence Before It’s Too Late by Cory Doctorow

The cover of the book THE REVERSE CENTAUR'S GUIDE TO LIFE AFTER AI BY CORY DOCTOROW, AUTHOR OF ENSHITTIFICATION

You don’t have to be a Tech Witch to read this book. There is more to AI than most of us realize, and Doctorow breaks it down into accessible chunks for even those among us that are tech-noobs. There is some tie in back to his book Enshittification, and if you haven’t read that, I would recommend reading that first before this, because you have a better establishing view of the corporate influence all of it.

Doctorow does not provide all doom and gloom regarding AI in this book and presents some very useful ideas that can be applied to how we apply any of our energies, not just Large Model Machine Learning capabilities. If AI is frightening to you, there’s some definite hell-yeah moments that bring hope into a potentially scary future with this tech. The key he presents in the book revolves around open-source, ethically generated, low-energy models, AI might be a good partner for humanity.

However, as this book brings to light, the problem is what it always is, money. Tech companies are now what they call “growth” companies and are worth more than standard corporations. This means that Meta or Google use AI to convince investors to bring more money because they are just expanding, in other words, growing. Because billions of dollars are not enough. Which will bring an AI crash, he wrote, “Remember: the reason the ai bubble exists is that companies want to prove that they have high growth potential, in order to secure high profit to earnings rations, which will let them buy businesses and hire key employees with stock, rather than cash.”

If you, like me, have already digested a bunch of Doctorow’s work, including his podcasts and blog posts, this solidifies all he’s been saying about AI into one quickly read volume. If you’ve read nothing about Artificial Intelligence, this one has a deep focus on the money, the good, the bad, and the ugly, but also some hopeful likelihoods that we can all contribute to (like pulling any stock – e.g. retirement savings – out of anything heavily invested in AI). In the end, they will come back to humans doing things because none of it is sustainable. It is not inevitable.

Hunt, Gather, Parent: What Ancient Cultures Can Teach Us About the Lost Art of Raising Happy, Helpful Little Humans by Michaeleen Doucleff

THE COVER OF HUNT, GATHER, PARENT BY MICHAELEEN DOUCLEFF

Why would a Crone pick up a book like this? Because there’s a grandchild in my life now and I know that how I raised my kids probably isn’t the best way, despite feeling like I did a passable job given each kid and the circumstances of the world and my own life while being a mom.

I loved that the author – a PhD and former NPR reporter investigated how the rest of the world parents their children because there weren’t enough studies that explained why Western parents raise their children so differently to the rest of the world and why we do it. What she discovered was that there is a better way and we’ve been duped into believing we’re helping our kids by doing it this way.

She visits a Mayan village in the Yucatan Peninsula, Inuit families above the Artic Circle, and Hadzabe families in Tanzania. These cultures do not have the same problems with children that we do in the West. She discovers that there is a Universal Parenting Method around the world that does not exist in the USA for certain. This parenting style is built on cooperation, not control. There is no fear, but rather trust, and the kids in these parts of the world are loyal helpers to their entire community, not just their family. There’s no bribing, chore charts (a favorite tactic I employed, ugh), and a deeply ingrained focus on emotional intelligence and being calm while teaching and instructing. There is no anxious kids in these cultures and in many others like their are here in America.

Now, there’s no “you’re doing it wrong” slung at the reader, just evidence of Doucleff’s own struggles and comparing her lived experience and need for knowledge and new tactics so that she didn’t hate being a parent – and if you’re a parent and reading this, you know there are times where it is the hardest thing ever. Regardless you have to show up. Doucleff bolsters her interviews and investigations with these far-flung cultures with information and studies from mental health professionals, psychologists, neuroscientists, anthropologists, and sociologists.

How consumerism has ruined families is pretty evident in this book, too. It scratched an itch I had about how I had been feeling about making time with my Grand Witchling more about them accompanying me in my life and learning from the everyday things I do as opposed to activities being kid-focused. She’s on Team Gigi & Pop-pop. Western parents are in a current crisis of making the child run the ship. This book redirects how being the adult helps a child’s emotional intelligence development. One of the things I was always cognizant of in my own parenting experience is that I wasn’t raising children, I was raising adults, and the autonomy tips in this book lean that way as well. Autonomy is different than independence or individualism and is something the rest of the world understands in its parenting, but western parents could learn lots from just this point in the book. In the end, parents set the schedule and tone and only interfere when safety is an issue or to teach cultural values.

Ask yourself if you’re a U.S. parent – what cultural values are you teaching your kids beyond consumerism? If you are teaching them helpfulness, teamwork, and ways to explore without entitlement, you’re ahead of this book. But if you are constantly giving verbal instructions, your kids and you are stressed out. Learning to ask questions instead of giving commands is a big part of this book – The questions are not to give the kid a choice – that stresses the kid out often, too. But those questions are to make them think about what their actions do in the context of the rest of the world, e.g. consideration of others (including parents).

My only issue with this book is there is some lines of questioning the author suggests that border on shaming a child. Again, I think if you apply being calm and peaceful and never raising your voice, they can come off a bit more introspective for the kid, but I would caution any parent or grandparent about this part.

Yet the good of the book outweighed some of the questionable and I’d hand this book out to any new parent or parent-to-be. And of course, I’d give to grandparents, too.

What The Witch Is Reading – July 2026

Posted on July 21, 2026July 21, 2026 by runa

A TBR pile that is a personal apprenticeship

This section of my blog is dedicated to spreading the love of reading and books and the people who make them happen. I would not be the Witch I am today without books. I owe an obscene amount of gratitude to all the makers of books out there. This is my way of giving back. I hope that something I pick up and review will guide you to acquire the next tome on your To Be Read stack.

Life here #OnTheCovenstead is warm, alive, and productive. I also noticed that the last high growing season my book intake dipped. Yet the quality of what time I do have for reading feels more intentional. Even the way I process a text seems to change in-season. When I’m out tending the Land there is a more natural space for thought, and if a book is in my hands, it tends to remain active in my mind.

This particular volume fits within my ongoing personal apprenticeship in mediumship. I’m interested not only in mediumship as a practice, but in the people who do it, their temperaments, their modes of perception, how they receive or deliver what they describe, and how all of that evolves as personal practice deepens. Over the coming months, I’ll be sharing more titles as part of my series of posts for WTWIR, but this book is not the beginning of that thread. Fear not, there are other subjects and genres in the upcoming TBR pile, to include parenting, tech-world current events, and, of course, fiction.

You may remember that in November 2025 I reviewed two books centered on those who speak with beloved dead and those who navigate “the other side.” At the time, I didn’t fully understand why those narratives kept pulling me in. I’m realizing now that my interest is less random than it looks. Despite having rarely encountered medium-focused work in my everyday life, I can see how my own history – being a “spooky kid,” (the kind who spoke to presences that others couldn’t see) has always left me oriented toward Spirit. It now feels clearer that I wasn’t only curious; I was being led toward information, teachers, and models that could support my own development.

I took more time with this one than usual because I was also answering questions I’d been carrying personally. And while this review is offered from my lived experience of inquiry, it’s still written for the prospective reader. I want you to approach the text knowing why it mattered to me and what kind of questions it may help you explore as well. Again, please know that mediumship won’t be the only territory we’ll travel within What The Witch Is Reading. There will be other topics and reading directions ahead in future.

What the Dead Taught Me About Living Well by Rebecca Rosen

Based on the many years of Rosen’s career as a medium, the book is part spiritual memoir and part practical life guidance (like how the dead help her navigate hired help who were stealing from her). Through a series of reflections attributed to “spirits” and her own experiences, especially around mortality, meditation, and “glimpses at the Other Side,” Rosen argues that living well is less bout achieving perfection and more about returning to compassion, trust, and self-worth.

A central message begins early: spirits view the living with kindness for what life demands, and they urge readers to stop pursuing perfection. Rosen connects this idea to a broader reframing of life goals: before each person is born, she suggests, we set ambitious plans, then we’re simply not meant to complete everything. This them becomes an actionable spiritual practice. Instead of striving endlessly, Rosen encourages surrendering the “do it all” impulse and trusting that your “Team Spirit” support system helps bring balance in “divine timing.” The emphasis is not on passivity, but on replacing frantic overreach with grounded affirmation: “Today I did my best, and I’ve done enough.”

Even the short gratitude statement, “I have a body; I am a soul. I am grateful to be alive,” reinforces her view that well-being starts with relationship – gratitude for life and a steadiness within it.

She blends emotional and spiritual self-understanding with health and behavior. She frames addictive or compulsive patterns, food, shopping, technology, drugs, entertainment, sex, excessive exercise, and overworking as signs of being disconnected form one’s power. In her view, when people repeatedly encounter the same difficulties or feel stuck in relationships or circumstances that leave them “Sacrificing, settling, or accepting less than (they are) worth,” that pattern can reflect an ongoing loss of personal power.

She goes further by linking emotional powerlessness to physical manifestations, suggesting health issues may mirror an inner state of disconnection ala pain, depression, or disease. This is one of the book’s more provocative through-lines. For Rosen, spiritual clarity can be felt not only in thoughts and choices, but in the body.

To support that shift, the author offers introspective questions that operate like a guided audit of the mind, body, and spirit. She asks the reader what a given event is trying to teach them, whether it’s connected to worth or self-value, or if the person is ‘playing small’ or giving power away. If the answer is yes, her remedy is to move from ‘less than’ to ‘worthmore.’ She discusses a fear barrier to power, providing exercises to ask your younger self who taught them they weren’t powerful or deserving and whether anyone taught them their needs should always come second.

The book pairs this with affirmations designed to rewire the felt sense of safety around strength (“I am innate and powerful…). Her writing repeatedly returns to practices that make power feel embodied, such as doing what makes one feel “strong, vibrant,” and physically powerful (e.g. yoga, walks, clean eating). In this way, the book’s spirituality is meant to be lived in everyday habits, not just believed in.

The theme of abundance expands the same philosophy into money and receiving. Rosen frames abundance as something practiced and protected by releasing fear of not having enough, separating past financial narratives from present reality, and letting go of inherited limiting beliefs – including multiple “I release” affirmations to try. She emphasizes that self-worth isn’t defined by a bank account, but also comes with responsibility and generosity, especially where spiritual talents are concerned.

Underlying many chapters in the book, Rosen argues for connection rather than isolation. While she acknowledges that humans come into the world alone and leave it alone, she says Spirit and spirits repeatedly show her that people are connected to something larger than themselves – communities, species, and “an unseen force of bright, limitless love,” which can be named in many ways (Universe, Divine, gods or goddesses, higher consciousness).

For me the book’s spiritual comfort is both relational and immediate: you’re not stranded, but rather supported. Rosen sums this tone up in grounded, daily guidance, “You are your own energy source, so take steps daily to recharge, which brings the book back from cosmic reassurance to practical emotional maintenance.

What ultimately makes What the Dead Taught Me About Living Well compelling is how Rosen ties her metaphysical ideas to simple daily reframes, like stop demanding perfection, return to gratitude, be in the now, and live from worth rather than fear (that last one I may have tattooed on my arm 😉 ).

She uses spiritual language not as decoration, but a living spell for the reader to use to trust the balance of your inner guides (what she refers to as Team Spirit), to return to a life of appreciation and thankfulness as a kind of offering, grounding the spirit in reverence, and to finally reclaim your personal power that fear has been stealing. In her telling, worth isn’t an idea you chase. It’s a doorway you walk through, until you live from “worthmore” instead of the dull pull of scarcity and shame.

Like any good magical book it invites you to practice, to shift energy, and to remember – again and again – that you are held, guided and connected by Spirit and spirits.

What The Witch Is Reading — June 2026

Posted on June 25, 2026 by runa

It’s that time of year when my reading tends to be seed packets and permaculture reference books. It’s high growing season. I’ve also been catching up on my podcasts. Here’s a few that I listen to with consistency if you’re curious:

Throughline (an NPR podcast)

Bonfire Babble Podcast

A Magical World with Sterling (Moon)

Food Matters Live Podcast

The Witch Wave

And the latest and juicy one: Chaos and Cunning

Always looking for recommendations for others, so comment if you have one you think I might like!

The one book I did finish was a small one, Witch Wisdom for Magical Aging: Finding Your Power through the Changing Seasons by Cait Johnson. Honestly, I feel like I am (and have been) living much like the four witch characters that speak to the reader throughout this quick book (just 164 pages). In the end, there wasn’t much in the book for me personally – like there was not any new information on the Craft and living as a Witch. But then, again, clearly I’m not the audience. However a newer Witch who is in mid-life and just now starting to think about what their Crone years might bring could potentially benefit from this book. I almost think that Johnson would have had more luck turning this into some kind of fictional work with the four season witches being in a coven and teaching mishap laden newbies.

My friend also listened to the book on audio and said the narrator (Carolina Lendro) didn’t know proper pronunciation of words like Samhain, and referring to Romani as gypsy, and other problematic things like that. There also was some inching very close to co-option behaviors, they said. I can see where that likely happened in the text version and if I liked the book more, I might give it a listen to see, but I have other books to finish first.

There was an interesting section on sex and the Crone in Witch Wisdom for Magical Aging, and good practical advice on de-cluttering. Again, Felt like there wasn’t any real revelation for a long-time practitioner, but likely would be revelatory for new Practitioners. This one, I’m afraid, is headed to the free library.

Hope you’re enjoying summer. I’m working through three or four other titles right now and hope to have them to you next month. Enjoy the rest of Cancer season, readers and I look forward to your recs for reading or podcasts.

Animals on the Covenstead: White-Crowned Sparrow

Posted on June 12, 2026 by runa

A white-crowned sparrow (aka Fanny) perches on a pitcher-plant flower pot. (Photo by Runa Troy)

I spend a lot of time with animals. As a Witch that identifies as an animist, my relationship with the Land includes animals. It is an important aspect in my life, as it builds so much joy, which fuels hope, and therefore resilience. Resilience breeds strength in my experience. The world needs strong witches right now, so – animal relationships breed strong witches. They also are often vehicles of messages and or lessons from the Universe.

Some folx find it fascinating how creatures just appear when I’m about. My partner comments often about how I see the creatures faster than anyone they know. I’m no Snow White, but Villa Westwyk is home to not just tended creatures but many a wild animal, too. I wanted to share a new-ish relationship that’s sprouted this spring as our gardens begin to mature and the animal kingdom takes notice.

Today’s focus is Fanny, a white-crowned sparrow that moved into my Black Madonna garden – a garden that came about after some powerful dreams and a calling from the Creator Mother. I am calling her Fanny, because that was whispered in my ear as I wondered what to call her when I was communicating with her. But no doubt also Fanny because she often is sassy and shakes her tail feathers at me. Lastly in 2026 is the year of ‘F’ for naming animals here on our Covenstead. It’s an old farmer’s tradition to keep track of how old your animals are – first year of raising, say chickens, = A; 2nd year = b…and so on. I’m currently making a list for ‘G’ names for 2027’s new animals. hehe.

Fanny perches on the pea-garden trellis. We originally put this one in with it’s broken end as a perch for hummingbirds. Fanny had other ideas. (photo by Runa Troy)

Fanny showed up this year about the Spring equinox. She’s made a nest in the northern most dwarf tree in the Black Madonna Garden. Without delay they had a brood (I heard them chirping today), clamoring for ‘Freddie,’ Fanny’s partner, to feed them, since the males do most of the ‘cooking’ in the white-crowned sparrow kingdom. – oh, how I’d love to get a picture of their nest, but the conifer they are nesting in is THICK with branches and needles, and disturbing it is not my mission, but rather their success.

Freddie’s song is so sweet to hear and dominates over Fanny’s softer song, and near incessant-chatter whilst she forages. You can always find where they are singing from because they perch up high so the whole Covenstead and beyond can hear. They are a delight to watch while I sit on my patio and look at Komo Kulshan or plan the next garden. Fanny, particularly is fearless and wants to know why I’m on her patio!

Although white-crowned sparrows are mostly insect-eaters (according to my Sibley book), Fanny and Freddie have been gorging themselves and bringing up their new chicks with the leaves of my jungle of pea beds. They prefer a well-rounded diet, clearly, and must get their greens. As long as they leave the flowers to turn into pea pods, we’ll continue to co-exist. Also, I can always plant more peas.

Another interesting thing about this pair is supposedly they are not supposed to be breeding this time of year in our area. In fact the only time they are in our area according to most of the major ‘birding’ organizations (Cornell, Audubon, Nat Geo), they would be between breeding and migration times. But here they are.

As that animist Witch, I know that nature is constantly teaching me, exchanging energy with me. Also, I recognize the Universe uses its residents to provide signs and messages to the rest of us. I think Fanny and her crew are here to teach me, to co-exist with me and the other humans and animals on the Covenstead. It’s easy knowing what lesson they bring to me. It’s a message about uniqueness, diversity, and finding home in unlikely places. Fanny knows and shows that just because someone else says that you should be here or there, or do this or that, doesn’t mean that’s what works for you. You and your kin can sing loud and proud from the highest greenhouse and beyond. You can raise your babies in a gothic garden and help from unlikely sources may just go ahead and move a bird waterer closer to your nest. 🪺⛲

Hope you’ll spend summer singing from the roof tops, eating your greens, and being happy, healthy, and surrounded by love and kin. More photos below for the curious.

Evidence of Fanny & Freddie’s work on the pea trellis. (Photo by Runa Troy)

Hope you enjoyed this little taste of life of the Covenstead. Creating a place where wildlife feels welcome is certainly a part of our grand master plan here at Villa Westwyk. This may or may not become a regular feature – I certainly could entertain it monthly. Let me know if you like stories like this and how you think nature gives you little glimpses into your higher self or nudges you down your path.

Caught with pea-leaves in her mouth. (Photo by Runa Troy)

The Black Madonna Garden, dedicated to the Great Mother and my Slavic ancestors. The garden hosts black flowers and leaves per a dream I had years ago (It’s still a work in progress). The tree on the right is where the white-crown sparrow’s nest is. It’s a high-pedestrian-traffic area, but they don’t seem to mind. (Photo by Runa Troy)

A rare capture of “Freddie” since he’s mostly a stay-at-home Dad. (Photo by Runa Troy)

Pagan on Duty: Dog Tags, DEI, and Change

Posted on June 11, 2026 by runa

**The author, military journalist, Germany, 1993.**

When I joined the Army in 1992, my first introduction to military life was my drill instructor’s “we all wear green” speech. He was a Black man, a Vietnam veteran—sergeant first class—and the recruits looked up to him immediately. His desire for respectful interaction was surprising to us recruits who were expecting something a bit more comparative. Right from the get-go he was teaching us how to treat one another. Anti‑racism was clear from day one, the opposite of the stereotype Full Metal Jacket portrays.

Inclusivity wasn’t limited to my DI. At the time my training unit was one of the last all‑female battalions; an all‑male battalion trained in the adjacent quad. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was already rumbling and would become official policy months later, but the atmosphere felt, imperfect as it was, like a move toward a more equitable military. My lead DI was quietly authoritative, steadfast, and committed to intersectional inclusion. Near the end of training he told us that without women the military would be “much less than it is.” Current administrative rules about what can go on dog tags make the military less than it should be as well.

He stood up for me later in training when another DI teased me about my name. I learned he was pagan when we got our dog tags and discovered there wasn’t an officially recognized faith code for his beliefs. Dog tags indicate a service member’s faith so that traditions—like last rites—are honored. He listed “Catholic” on his tags because the imagery felt closest to his beliefs. I chose “Other.” One squadmate who was Wiccan chose “No Religious Preference.”

On Sundays, those listed as “Other” or “No Preference” often stayed in the barracks for chores—boot polishing, uniform pressing, barracks cleanup—while others attended religious services. Sometimes I went along just to get out of the barracks. It felt unfair that, because Fort Jackson lacked services for “Others,” we were assigned work while Christians received time off.

At my first duty station, friends in Personnel Services made me a contraband pair of dog tags. I remember feeling emotional when my buddy gave them to me: in all caps under my name, social, and blood type read “PAGAN.” I wore them proudly. Leadership knew, and—like Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell—didn’t make an issue of it. During my service, internal rank‑and‑file pressure, command surveys, and soldiers’ time were used to push against outdated policies restricting faith codes and non‑traditional partnership recognition. Minority religions were present across the force in my experience: another pagan practitioner was involved in family readiness programs, heathens performed blóts, and Wiccans held initiation circles.

**The author, assigned with UNPROFOR, the Balkans, June 1995**

In 2001, Veterans Affairs adopted a new procedure and approved the addition of emblems of belief for other faith groups for military headstones, much by the hard work of Circle Sanctuary, a non-profit nature Spirituality Church, also known as their Pentacle Quest. I would end my active enlistment time right about when it became official for Pagan and Earth-centered traditions to be an official religious preference on dog tags and service records (circa 2007). Between more women serving side by side with men, the inclusion of openly serving queer community members, and more faiths being recognized, it seemed like the Department of Defense was maturing and becoming a place of diversity, equity, and inclusion. Oh, right, DEI was part of our annual training, too.

Two decades after that adoption, servicemembers may again be forced to choose “Other” or “No Preference” because the inclusive coding system that guides chaplains and caregivers has been narrowed. That matters: chaplains are often the frontline support for faith practices, including in combat. The current U.S. Secretary of Defense used this policy change to roll back equity and equality, reflecting a broader push toward privileging one religion over others.

Civil‑rights and advocacy groups are challenging the policy. American Atheists filed a FOIA request, and the Military Religious Freedom Foundation is speaking out. Lawmakers, including the co‑chairs of the Congressional Freethought Caucus and a coalition of Utah legislators, have applied pressure and demanded answers.

You have a voice: contact your senators to urge them to require the Pentagon to recognize all belief systems (Paganism, Humanism, Atheism, etc.)—for example, by inserting a provision in the next National Defense Authorization Act or attaching a funding rider to defense appropriations to prevent enforcement of the restrictive system.

My rebellious dog tags spent decades as just dog tags—no rebellion needed—until now. Stored in my footlocker at Villa Westwyk, they remain a symbol of resistance and proof that change is possible and worth protecting.

**The author, military journalist, Zaku, Iraq, Spring 1994**

What the Witch Is Reading — May 2026

Posted on May 28, 2026 by runa

This month has been busy with spirit-work seminars, kin-keeping, garden-building, and the affects of Jupiter return energy (more on that later), so book reading time has been at a premium. Regardless, still have three titles to share with you. What have you been reading? Tell me, please in the comments!

Making It: How Love, Kindness and Community Helped Me Repair My Life

By Jay Blades

I once had a friend who told me that the one thing he appreciated about me was that I made his life look good. Yeah, it wasn’t a compliment, but I felt that sentiment while reading Making It. Gratitude. Yet, hope has seemingly always powered Mr. Blades through his life. And it gave me gratitude and hope reading this.

I also have a whole new perspective on the person many of us may have first met through the cozy show The Repair Shop. As a couple, my partner and I love treasure hunting in thrift stores, garage sales, and curb-side garbage picking. So I deeply appreciate Blades and by default also The Repair Shop for saving what was important to the last generation. To me, this feels dutiful and appreciative for the those who came before.

But like the layers of dirt and slapshod paint that Blades has removed from countless pieces of furniture, there’s more to this man than what one tv show portrays. I respect him even more having read this memoir, especially given all the bullshit he’s been through – As an American, to hear that Britain is just as bad as the United States in regards to young black men is bitter. Why did I think the UK was more progressive?

Regardless, the memoir is certainly inspiring and the call for anti-racism, expressing emotion from men, especially in interpersonal relationships, as well as de-stigmatizing mental illness and behavioral health treatment, is threaded throughout his personal story. By the last chapter, I was left with the reassurance that if you just keep trying, keep showing up, the Universe makes sure the opportunities come forward. You just have to keep trying. You can’t give up.

Well worth the read, or a listen if you’re into audio books.

Gathering Moss: A Natural & Cultural History of Mosses

By Robin Wall Kimmerer

Up front, I need to tell you that I love listening to Professor Kimmerer while working the Land. So this book was definitely an audio listen. But, like all her books, I’ll listen, and then I’ll get the book for reference for my shelves. Each essay in Gathering Moss is peppered with wisdom inspired by the author’s indigenous worldview and of different types of mosses. They break down the science into stories and that’s some of my favorite reading. Kimmerer looks at mosses in this book not just scientifically but shows us the spirit within the moss, too. The fact that a PNW university helped publish this book is just a bonus for the collective culture of the Land where I reside as well. I’m shoving this book into my insurance companies face when they say I need to remove moss from my roof. It’s a capitalistic lie. I think I’ll take an Environmental and Forest Biology professor’s word for it and not yours.

The Grief Cure: Looking for the End of Loss

By Cody Delistraty

Checked this one out of the library, because I’ve been doing a personal exploration of loss and grief, especially in the context of the culture of the United States. This book fit the bill, since the writer of this book explored an array of perspectives, actions, and events to deal with their grief, from trying to figure out if they had a disorder over their grief to trying to expand neural pathways with psychedelics. It’s clear this book was born of deep feelings. And reading it you will likely have lots of feelings about the author’s journey. I certainly did.

The author was desperate to find the end of the feelings of loss they endured after their mother’s death. All of us have endured some sort of loss that produced grief, and the author’s situation is clearly relatable. They tried therapy, talked to AI, did mushroom therapy, laughter therapy (which made him have to force laugh in a very public place), visited shamans, did bibliotherapy (which I didn’t know was a thing, but might check into it), etc. They wrote, “There is a difference, too, between closure on the one hand and memorials and rituals on the other. Memorials and rituals, I think, are healthy and helpful. It is the belief, however, that they signal the end to grief and reflection that can prove shortsighted.” As a person who has always side-eyed western funerals, this comparison between closure and grief’s end made so much sense. Portions of the book feel a bit too self-centered on the author, but moments like that kept me reading.

Much that hampered the author’s journey with the grief over the loss of his mother, is our own society. Our own hang-ups, societies dictation, or even how loss and death presented itself in our lives. They write: “What a society chooses to grieve is ultimately its way of “posing the question of who ‘we’ are,” writes the philosopher Juidth Butler. “By asking whose lives are considered valuable, whose lives are mourned, and whose lives are considered ungrievable.” Yet Delistraty concludes quickly through half of the actions, therapies, and coping mechanisms, that: “In death and grief, there may be no singular truth at all, only what we tell ourselves.”

One of the interesting things is that the author themselves recommended text within the prose about other books on death and grief we should read. This includes: Mrs. Death Misses Death by poet Salena Godden; R.K. Narayan’s The Guide, which sound like more fodder for this Scorpio Stellium’s relationship with loss and death. Like the author of this grief exploration, it’s not how grief affects us, but what we do with it. “How easy it is to be engulfed by grief, drowned in it. To retain the positive memories is to be its master. To some extent that is the great experiment of life: to not become your loss, to alchemize it into wisdom.”

Rain, Hail, & Poetry

Posted on May 16, 2026May 15, 2026 by runa

The ides of May brought glorious rain, and not so glorious cooling. But the gardens of Villa Westwyk, and Grandmother Willow* were thrilled to have a full day of rain with a near inch of accumulation. The rain also brought lots of inspiration and had me penning a poem during a small tea break. I feel pretty good about it — it’s been about a year since I’ve written any poetry beyond spells.

I struggled with whether or not to share it; but, it felt synchronistic to my intention of creating a magical life #OnTheCovenstead and to ultimately feed hungry community members with the food that I grow and the energy exchanges I do through my Creative Crone Shop. If nature inspires some creative work, it feels appropriate to share, especially since I’m approaching my Jupiter return. No better time to share my knowledge and perspective.

So enjoy the poem, and maybe go put your bare feet on the Earth while you read it.

Liminal Hail & Farewell

By Runa Troy

Spring messages us by drenching rain

One of the last long soaks

Before the Covenstead hardens

Into the dry language of summer.

It reveals like an opening night.

Spring, soft-voiced, reluctant, yet determined

Gathering her mystical tools to depart, whilst

Summer showcased by spotlight, adorned in sunflowers

Hail striking the roof mid-sentence

Be prepared, Spring cackles;

My pelting sets the stage, instructs the flyman

The curtain rises, the wheel turns

The plants lift themselves like a choir,

Green mouths open in hallelujah.

Delightfully fluttering ducks

Raise cheers in the nearby pond

I sit grateful, cozy indoors,

Soft light, watching, listening,

Understanding its language

Knowing its secrets

*I’ll write more about her in a couple of days

Brace For Impact Anniversary Sale!

Posted on May 15, 2026May 15, 2026 by runa

Healing through Magic & Community

The first time I hurt my knee I was in the Army. “Runner’s Knee” they called it. Then there was tendonitis, and later a ligament strain. There would be many situations throughout my time in the military that continued to degrade my knee. Running on long distances on asphalt or concrete while wearing boots and carrying a ruck that weighed between 40 and 60 pounds didn’t help. High training tempo with limited recovery time made things worse. Tack on standing for long periods of time with little rest during duty watches and patrols reinforced said injuries. The push-through-the-pain warrior ethos within the United States military turns minor tendon irritation or cartilage problems into chronic, crippling pain and changes a person’s mobility.

This was decades ago now and seems an entirely different lifetime ago. I certainly am not the same person I was when it happened, and my knee isn’t the same either. Now these many years later, the reckoning with repeated knee injuries has arrived. However, the journey to getting things fixed will take some time, energy, and resources.

First of these is a lateral loading brace that as of the writing of this post, has not been fully integrated into daily life here #OnTheCovenstead. The prosthetics experts contend it’s a ‘build up to best” approach.The goal is that this brace gives me a bit more time before attending a total knee replacement surgery, since these types of operations don’t happen on a normal trauma-induced surgery case. The short version: It may be a bit of time before I will be able to have knee-replacement surgery. This has been made more complicated by the fact –one many of us have noticed since the COVID-19 Pandemic erupted – the current decline of employer-provided health insurance in the United States. Insurance doesn’t mean covered expenses, as we know. Time to enact a plan.

That’s when I noticed my shop has been open for five years this month. It was time for some presents for my clients. Enter my Brace For Impact sale in the Creative Crone Shop. Everything in the shop has been discounted 26 percent, since I’m hoping we can help make this surgery happen before the 2026 year is out. I’m once again leaning on some witchcraft to manifest some necessary things in my life. In the process, you get a little prezzie, too! This sale starts today and goes until the Full Moon – May 31, 2026. Whether it’s a Dream Academy class, an interpretation reading, Rune casting, it’s all on sale.

This sale is just a quick moon cycle, so now’s the perfect time to grab a reading, a consult, or a copy of Magic In Your Cup. Whether you’ve been waiting to try out a Rune Casting or stock up on dream interpretations, I’m excited to help you during our anniversary and the lead up to some fix-the-knee down time. Thank you for being part of the Creative Crone community. Happy shopping!

What The Witch Is Reading – April 2026

Posted on April 29, 2026 by runa

A picture of library bookshelves stuffed full with one book in particular that reads RUNA TROY on the Spine. The words: WHA THE WITCH IS READING are in script over the top of the image. Underneath that title is the subtitle: Giving Back To All Books Gave To Me

This section of my blog is dedicated to spreading the love of reading and books and the people who make them happen. I would not be the Witch I am today without books. I owe an obscene amount of gratitude to all the makers of books out there. This is my way of giving back. I hope that something I pick up and review will guide you to acquire the next tome on your To Be Read stack.

Books That Shape a Witch’s Journey

I’m writing classes* again this season whilst trying to create a magical covenstead. Reading time has also been split between research and fun. The two fun books included getting perspective on Land tending from a former journalist turned farmer and some straight-up creepy fiction. Although it took me a minute to finish them all in between moving too many cubic yards of materials, they were all lovely companions during breaks and at the end of the day. Damn I love books. Here’s What The Witch Is Reading:

The Dirty Life – A Memoir of Farming, Food, and Love by Kristin Kimball

I overheard someone talking in our local food co-op about this book/ They said she was a jet-setting journalist with an Ivy-league background turned go-to-bed-exhausted New England farmer. Like the fiend that I am for books, I pulled up my phone and requested it from my local library asap.

Kimball’s ability to recall the nitty gritty of being pulled to the Land (and the love of her life) was done with such tender-loving care that even if her worldview does not include the esoteric – you can tell they have a relationship. She also had me enthralled by the love of food and the semi-gourmand focus of the text. I will die on the hill that growing your own food and then preparing it to nourish self, kin, and community is some of the most powerful abundance magic anyone can conjure. Kimball seems to agree. She wrote, “Food, a French man told me once, is the first wealth. Grow it right, and you’ll feel insanely rich, no matter what you own.” No Lies Detected.

It also is an investment in healthcare that you didn’t know was a benefit on partnering with the Land and working it to live harmoniously with it and on it. In the book she details how she and her partner wanted what they did to be birthed from sustainability. Although she doesn’t talk about applying permaculture principles to the Land, many of their practices were at minimum regenerative, if not shadowing permaculture. That sustainability often meant more labor in the “start up” time of creating a prolific piece of Land that remains healthy. Doing that often makes the Land tender healthy, too. In The Dirty Life, Kimball records the alarming juxtaposition at a community meeting where old-school farmers who had plowed with draft horses like she did at her farm, against the younger generation that had embraced commercial farming practices – think lots of giant machinery and diesel fuel costs and harsh chemicals and a focus not on soil health, but that of output – showed physically the reflection of their methods in their appearance. She wrote, “…the old people looked healthier than the young who tended toward the obese.” Again, another telltale sign that she’s really in league with Land and community.

The most quotable moment in the text which now is typed up and hung on the wall in the harvest shed here at #VillaWestwyk:

“A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished. Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be doe and things that can be done later. The threat the farm has got on you, the one that keeps you running from can until can’t, is this: do it now or some living thing will wilt or suffer or die. It’s blackmail, really.”

Seriously though, living close to the Land – whether its a community park that you tend or a huge farm like Kimball, or a tiny covenstead like yours truly, there is a richness there that defines that relationship:

“On our evening farm walks, the list of crops to harvest grew longer, we cruised the peas as the sun went down, grazing on handfuls of pods so full they looked dented…This is the farmer’s privilege, a form of decadence, and it made us feel rich.”

Practical Permaculture for Home Landscapes, Your Community, and the Whole Earth by Jessie Bloom & Dave Boehnlein

The Home Landscapes part of the title is what pulled me to this book. Also, I’ve read just about everything that Jessie Bloom has written about permaculture as well as heard her lecture. She has a lived experience in permaculture design and knowledge that is “local” in its approach, meaning she knows the nuances of doing what I’m doing in the Pacific Northwest, because she is as well. So it wasn’t a tough sell to get this book, except this home landscapes bit.

My hope was this book would present an integration between permaculture and a more modest piece of land, be it city lot or small rural covenstead that tends to be missing in some of the books on permaculture. Most of them present the information under the pretense of huge swaths of land. We have two acres, which is perfect for the covenstead, our neighbors, and community to live abundantly. Therefore, I was deeply interested in Bloom’s perspective on integrating smaller spaces in a permaculture design. I’m less familiar with her co-author, but his CV is clutch and I’m always ready to learn from others who are living their consulting/writing/business. They didn’t disappoint.

This book has actionable insights and advice to apply permaculture anywhere. It’s a comprehensive how-to whether you’re a beginner or a more intermediate designer. There’s not a lot of preachy language in this book, which I appreciate. Permaculturists are tired of preaching, but it still comes out in other texts I’ve read.

I would say this book is great for beginners or veteran permaculturists, because if nothing else it’s a great idea generator. Apparently, it is used by the Oregon State University Permaculture Design Certificate course. Bloom & Boehnlein definitely get expert status in this covenstead of Beaver alum. There is a PNW bias to the book, I found, but not that it was a problem for me. Given that Bloom cut her permaculture teeth in this environment, many of the stories and lessons would happen in that coastal maritime zone. But all growing zones are featured and the diagrams and lists are super helpful. Want to learn more about the bones of permaculture? This is definitely a good place to start.

The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher

First horror novel I’ve read in a very long time and was recommended to me by @marywyrd.bsky.social (see photo). I love stories where the people are accidental heroes and this one fills the bill. The characters are so relatable and charming and you’re like, OMG don’t die!

It centers on a recently divorce woman, Kara, who finds a portal to a terrifying, unstable dimension in her uncle’s museum of curiosities. That setting and Uncle Earl’s adorableness, helps bring comedy into this horror genre book so skillfully that my forage back into horror reading (I used to fancy myself a horror writer…until I had kids).

Add in some external complicated relationships (ex-husband, mother) and you’ll be nodding along with her desire to keep the crazy at bay. Little does she know it’s abutting her own bedroom. Kara’s sidekick Simon, the barista that works and lives next door, navigate this very weird other world together in regular-peeps bravery and fortitude. No superheroes here. Just two folx not wanting to die in a world that wants them dead (sound familiar?)

The setting both in the Museum of Natural Wonders, Curiosities and Taxidermy and the unnamed one they find behind a hole in the wall, is absolutely a character in itself and you may feel creeped out just by the eccentricity of Uncle Earl’s world and the other one filled with creepiness like none you’ve ever read before.

The Hollow Places, for me, was darkly entertaining and full of unexpected laughter. When faced with the horrors of this world and the one on the other side of the hole in the wall have you wanting to scream and you laugh instead – good read, I say. Anything that horrific that kept me picking it up to finish is a winner – especially after decades of not reading horror. Good rec, Mary. Might have to check out more of Kingfisher’s work.

As mentioned above, we’re still in high garden building and planting season here #OnTheCovenstead; but, there’s still plenty of reading being done. Currently I’m blazing through the memoir Making It: How Love, Kindness and Community Helped Me Repair My Life by Jay Blades of The Repair Shop fame. Do have to sometimes put it down and grieve for how so many of the countries that should know better are racist to the core. Yet, inspiration can be found in overcoming adversity, and Blades storytelling comes through like a chum giving you a chinwag at the pub. More on that next month!

(*Walking the Path of the Elder Futhark is coming soon to the Creative Crone Shop)

Last Call for Magic In Your Cup: A Witch’s Guide To Sippable Spellcraft

Posted on April 15, 2026April 15, 2026 by runa

Dear Friends, Witches, Readers:

I bring you book news about Magic In Your Cup: A Witch’s Guide to Sippable Spellcraft. First I want to say thank you for making my journey to esoteric author as magical as it has been. The book is beautiful and full of magic and will remain so – all because of you. So thank you.

The publisher has decided not to do another reprint, and the book is moving to “out-of-print” status at the end of this month (April 2026). So if you wanted it, now is the time to get it, wherever you get books. I will be selling them through my shop for as long as inventory holds out. I also understand that Darling Weirdos has copies. But you can still buy the book at your preferred book seller until April 30.

This can be a normal journey for authors, and is just a transition phase. I’m exploring ways of taking the content and re-working it, as the rights to the book have reverted back to me. However, there’s no firm plan right now. If you would like updates on my future work ,signing up for my newsletter keeps you in the know first.

In the meantime, are you interested in creating your own dream + witchcraft practice? In that case, my latest release is nearly book-length. It’s my new course – Dream Craft Foundations – under Runa’s Dream Academy. It is ready for your download!

Also, more Crone Dispatches (blog posts) will be forthcoming talking about my journey through the Craft. Perhaps you’ve seen the latest on my love story with the Land? New book reviews coming very soon, too!

Thank you again for being here. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you have questions about dreams, mystical mixology, kitchen witchery, the Runes, Permaculture, and all things Witchcraft! Drop a contact form here, send me an email, ping me on Bluesky. Let’s chat!

Blessed be.