Witching words carried around, for witching skin to be found once more.
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,…
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