Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work.
There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth.
This is only one of the witches tragedies.
They live in a world in which something needed to be seen.
Something needed to be found, so eager eyes and ears observed the lady with the dying infant, the widow with already three husbands gone, or the lonesome boy scribbling something into one of his books, and those eyes and ears tried to find.
A reason for suffering?
A reason for death?
Witches are a symptom of a world facing disaster and being unable to find an explanation.
They are something found by eager eyes and ears unwilling to accept a cause to be found invisible in the air, or even their own blood.
Witches are not real, and still they burn.
This is the tragedy of witching.
The threat of nothingness
A sleepless night.A soar throat and socks that do not match.Finally, a Pumpkin Spice Latte.“The threat of nothingness?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. She is becoming louder, now that autumn paints the world into a dark fairytale. And she is right. I hate our tendency to just not do things anymore so much that…
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
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