Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all?
No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth your time.
Yes? Oh, then I suppose you know about attempts to escape and become someone else somewhere else, or at least make yourself believe so for a moment. Maybe you even know about the urge to break apart whatever chains you in this existence, and it has sometimes resulted in empty wine bottles and screaming at night on a field. Yes?
Well, witches are better at this.
Because this is when witches fly.
Witches break the rules, remember?
The very core of their existence threatens this world, because they dream things which are not allowed to be. Witches do not contribute anything useful to the existence keeping them in chains, and some go wild enough to lose their heads into the clouds.
Witches were believed to fly off on all kinds of things, and not just on brooms. A spoon with a long grip, a horse, or even an uprooted tree.
Everything could be ridden into the mountains to escape reality and to not accept to be in pain.
Even though I did not manage to fly away yet, this reminds me to keep my head in the clouds.
And it also makes me think of my old cat, who never gave up on pushing things off the table to one day trick gravity after all.
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,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…