My thoughts today are in my witching garden.
I don‘t even have a garden, but for some time within the past lockdowns I have helped a friend with his while hiding away in there from everything going on around me, and since my sweat pants radius has grown with each of these times for a few kilometers, I count all the pretty flowers I could find on my walks around the fields as well.
Witches belong into their gardens. They live in houses overgrown by ranks and have their recipes ready to cure all the petty issues desperate strangers pour out of their hearts to them, right?
As with every other stereotype, things are not as simple.
Reading about trials of witchcraft, I realized that it most often were not these wise women or healers who were trialed and executed, but rather individuals falling victim to a believe of an own complexity.
After everything I have found out about witches so far, I still deeply associate them with a garden, but not necessarily with one to gather ingredients for potions and spells from.
Witches were impossible beings, believed to hide among humans and endanger their souls. Witches had grown although they never were supposed to.
They were able to dream of things forbidden in this world and were able to feel things no human would ever be allowed to enjoy.
Witches are the blossoms of Dystopia and I feel close to them whenever I see roses with raindrops on all my Dystopia walks.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 