„Ingredient number 5 cooked in a pretty, red pot“, a sweet voice giggles into my ear. „You‘re such a witch.“ ,
I make a face and pour the strong coffee into my favorite cup. If it makes me a witch to mix it up with milk, cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, allspice … have I forgotten something here? Yes, cocoa! Cheers! On finding a cozy feeling at the bottom of this cup!
A witch would know where to find it.
Not just the right words for its summoning, and not just the right way to stir the pot for a violet cloud.
A witch would know which tastes would work, which scents would keep a soul from leaking.
She would know which blood to cook, and whose flesh to add.
A witch would know.
And rainy days would taste like apple and cinnamon, and feel like the deepest breath.
Because a witch would know the right color, and recognize the sparkle in just the right moment.
Even in the deepest night, she would know where to look, and would find it even if only with her hands.
This is why the image of the witch stiring her pot, with eyes so otherworldly and words so often misunderstood has become a legend.
A witch knows where to look for what a heart desires.
„All I want is apples and cinnamon when it‘s raining“, I tell my witch, waiting for my magical cup of coffee to take over my soul. “Maybe for autumn my living room needs more orange. Maybe I should cook the first pumpkin before the autumn equinox.”
“Maybe the floor is lava.”
“Maybe.”
“They call this magical thinking”, Layla giggles.
Magical thinking, magical cup of coffee – I need to find some comfort!
… Finding the right taste, and scent and colors when needed is the coziness of witching.
A witch with no regrets
This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…
Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
This is a hopeful post, although it might not look like it at first. Recently, the region I am living in is experiencing a historical wildfire, and it was getting terrifyingly close to the city that gave me a lot of inspiration to write my witching novel. The town is called Monschau, and who is…
What the stars can do to us
“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? I…
Mistress witch writes 