This book is not a repackaged trend or a reinterpretation of other traditions. It is an original path of witchcraft, grown slowly, shaped by the land, and rooted in Australia.

Born from a Scottish familial practice and reshaped on colonised soil, the Wild Witch path does not borrow, blend, or imitate. It honours its limits and holds deep respect for First Nations peoples, whose sovereignty was never ceded. This craft does not claim their knowledge. It exists alongside it, never above it.

The Wild Witch path is not a set of instructions. It is a lantern. It lights the way but does not tell you where to step. It is not a how to guide but an invitation to listen, to build, and to create a folk magic path that belongs to you.

This practice grew from storms and silence, from dirty nails and bare feet, from failure and persistence. It came from listening to rocks, birds, and winds without asking them to sound like somewhere else. It is a path of presence and relationship, not performance.

For many years I thought of myself as a Scottish familial witch, until I realised what I practised was something different, shaped by migration and by Country. That was when the Wild Witch path was named.

There are no other books that reflect this craft. What you hold is the first of its kind, a map drawn by walking, blessed by weather, and sketched in trust.

If this book feels familiar, it is because some part of you already knows how to listen too.