Southern California is such an interesting place. Though I was born in a hospital overlooking the Pacific Ocean, raised blocks from the beach, it’s the desert that raised me.
I learned everything about life in sand, on the back of ATVs (“quads”) just like those, my mythic consciousness revealed when the winds shifted the dunes into brand new landscapes. Every winter, my family spent every possible weekend in the sand dunes with our friends, friends more like family, where I learned from Day 1 it takes a village to raise a child.
More than socialization, I learned a complex sense of magic before I had words to describe it. And I do believe desert witches are a different breed. “Normal” or “traditional” associations won’t work for us, seasons in the dunes means nothing, you are made or broken by your own resourcefulness, and adaptability is paramount. The lessons we learn are hard-taught and superstition is in our blood. In fact, one of the deserts we frequented was even called “Superstition Mountains”. In a land where weather is king, I was raised to literally not even say the word “wind” when we were out there. We called it “The W”, a god to be feared before I knew there was more than just God.
More than anything, the Desert teaches its witches how to make change happen, and how to pull something out of nothing. I consider this post my introduction to Desert Craft, something I want to blog much more about in the future, because I want to share the lessons I’ve learned. This is also a perspective of witchcraft I think is relatively unexplored on a popular level, and witches need to know that sometimes all you need to fix your situation is a bit of wind and a handful of sand.
But we’ll get to the specifics 😉
Ω Until then, Your Hostess