Her heart did not believe in the earth to still be there tomorrow.
So she ran too fast.
She missed her step, and broke her legs.
The aching heart never believed in the air to be enough for more than a night.
So she swallowed it all.
She sighed in too deeply, and coughed out her soul.
The witching heart knew that the sun was going to die.
So she stared at her love.
Forcing eyes open, until they went dry.
Her lover knew darkness, and had survived it
They needed to trust in the earth beneath their feat.
And in the sun to shine.
And in the air to breathe.
“You’re lack of faith is hurting me!”
And so they left to return on day the witch was not able to believe would ever come.
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…
