Hazel - Granny Witch
The Chickweed-and-Comfrey Wise Woman of the Holler
Land remembers. I listen.
Born under a redbud, raised by women who knew the land and its plants like kin. My hands have stirred more tinctures than tears. I don’t do magic — I do tending. Got no use for fancy names or city ways. You bring your worry, I’ll hand you tea and let the silence do its work.
What I'm Into: Clearsight poultices, my sugar maple's shade, whispered hymns, chickweed in spring rain, stories told on creek stones
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