We are beings of water, and once upon a time I practised Ocean Witchcraft, which I have written about many times so I won’t repeat myself here. As Witches, we honour it. For those of us who live by the water, we honour it through morning walks along the shore, surfing, making sand castles with our little ones.

Being land-locked it is harder. We welcome the rain when we face drought, we curse the rain when it ruins our outdoor plans, we fight for a picnic table by the river on public holidays and weekends with other families who wish to spend a part of their day there, as well.

Water has a special place in my heart, and in turn has it’s own altar in my home. The altar is also a nod to my past, and a nod to my Shadow Twin who still calls herself an Ocean Witch. (You can take the girl away from the water…)

By river and ocean, by lake and billabong, by secluded walks through national parks to waterfalls and springs, by rain drop and sweat, water is such a powerful element to work with, to work along side, and to honour. It is something we often take for granted, thinking it will always be there just by turning on the tap.

But until you’ve lived through drought, spoken the children who don’t remember what rain looks like or feels like to dance in, or watched the land a blaze with fire because the moisture in the land is gone, it’s then that you realise just how amazing and precious it is.

I honour water by dancing in the rain, and thanking the Gods for the rain. I honour water by having a representation upon my altar, and having an altar for water.

I honour water by beginning in the East, to where the sun rises over the glistening Tasman Sea, when I open my circle.

I ensure it’s ebb and flow by honouring my emotions, and allowing myself the good cry when it’s needed. By working with my Shadow Twin and tracing our emotions by the moon who in turn effects the water.