In Slavic folklore there exists an old, forest-dwelling witch named Baba Yaga. She lives in a hut that walks atop a pair of chicken's legs, moving about the woods at her command. She flies through the air in a mortar and pestle, sweeping the earth behind her with a broom so as not to leave a trace.
She is known as a wild hag; a shadow worker; a monstrous villain who steals children and cooks them up in her cauldron! However, her true nature is that of a trickster, a catalyst for personal growth and a personification of the natural world which, although challenging, ultimately makes us more resilient.
Baba Yaga calls upon those who stumble into her world to silence the noise of social conditioning and listen to their inner voice of wisdom. Although menacing, she remains a teacher of sorts - a Grandmother Witch who is more than she seems.
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Though I'm not a grandma nor a witch, I love to feed and nourish the people in my life and expand my horizons as a self-taught cook and baker. My admiration of Baba Yaga stems from my Ukrainian roots and a childhood filled with magical tales of forest spirits that, for me, weren't really tales at all.
