Once the witch was placed next to the window nailed shut, he would enter the room and ask her to relief the world from her voice too sweet.
„But I haven‘t even said anything“, she would whisper.
„So you will never know the blessing of silence“, he would respond.
Once her hands were in chains and bound behind her back, he would sit next to her and ask her to stop bleeding.
„But you cut through my skin“, she reminded him.
„And you are unable to heal“, he stated.
Once she was resting on hay and on mold, he would look right into those infectious witching eyes and ask her to confess.
„But I haven‘t done a thing“, she would say.
„Not one single thing?“
„Not one thing.“
„So you will never know the joy of forgiveness“, he judged.
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,…
