Doorway of Museum of Witchcraft in Boscastle cornwall showing broomsticks and a witch riding a broomstick

Hestia Chant

A Chant for when you are cleaning.

Hestia of hearth and home
See this stain which seeks to roam
Take it up let none remain
Let this place be free from stain.

Hestia of hearth and home
See this stain which seeks to roam
Take it up let none remain
Let this place be free from stain.

Hestia of hearth and home
See this stain which seeks to roam
Take it up let none remain
Let this place be free from stain.

© AM (Xander) Hunter August 2023

Hestia Chant for Cleaning – with intro

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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