„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?Continue reading “The coziness of witching”
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Scattered tale
Once, she consisted of many parts.They granted her all shapes and forms to exist in this world. Some parts were a daughter,to be loved and protected and sometimes laughed with. Some parts were a sister,to be sometimes admired and often envied, and always cared for. Some parts were a friend,to enjoy to be heard andContinue reading “Scattered tale”
Needy thoughts
These days, there are so many good reasons to be alone. Loneliness is being cultivated, as if it needed to be preserved for future days. Ever since the pandemic interrupted my life, I managed to have about 150 cups of coffee outside of my home. Most of them were a Vanilla Latte, while some whereContinue reading “Needy thoughts”
Thoughts on where in time we are
How does a time come to an end?Do we really just wake up one morning and autumn has left its scent everywhere when yesterday it had been summer, just as Tucholsky once wrote?Or have there been signs we tend to ignore?The early sunsets and colder nights?Rain clouding the horizon over the fields –Until one tragicContinue reading “Thoughts on where in time we are”
Dystopia faith
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 witchingContinue reading “Dystopia faith”
Chaotic leaking of a soul
„I need this to focus“, I explain to my witch after trying out the fourth flavour of tea this night and empty chocolate wrapping paper rustles as I put the cup on my desk. Sometimes, I cannot catch a single thought in my head. It is something I already know by now, but still cannotContinue reading “Chaotic leaking of a soul”
Kill the heart
A witch once had to kill a heart. She had to cut it out of a chestheavily suffocating,for it was shining too brightand too goldenout of infectious eyesmaking a soul leak.A witch reached out for it.And for the golden sparklethat felt so lonelyand so lostin a world gone mad. She removed the ribbons and theContinue reading “Kill the heart”
A heartbreaking castle finding!
Let me bring to you the tale of the most perverted cabinet I have ever seen! First of all, I visited a beautiful castle this weekend, and although I am not allowed to upload the photos I took inside, I will tell you about one thing in there that kindled a lot of witching energyContinue reading “A heartbreaking castle finding!”
The fictional reality of being a witch
„As witches, we are too fictional for them“, Layla giggles into my ear as we order the third Vanilla Latte of this rainy summer afternoon, all while wearing a white dress that now that we‘re among other people more and more feels unfitting.„I‘m wearing a night dress“, I complain. „Or, a hospital gone.“„How is thatContinue reading “The fictional reality of being a witch”
Choking tale
Life before witching took place … … when breathing into a chestcovered in fabricand held back by ribbonsto never let go. … when a tongue was tastingwhat teeth were chewingfor a pitfearing to be full. … when eyes sawwhatever was expectedonly to ignore the shadowrushing in the corner. But what if … … someone takesContinue reading “Choking tale”
Tales a place can tell
When seeing a new place, I have to figure for a while what kind of tale it has to tell. Maybe I am a bit more thin skinned than others, but it can actually take me a while and stop my thoughts until I understood what exactly I‘m feeling and where my thoughts are goingContinue reading “Tales a place can tell”
How I chose the century for my novel – Merry crisis!
When planning to write the witching novel, I had a few centuries to pick from. I did not know right from the start where this would lead me. Witch hunts belong into medieval times, right? And those last up to … when exactly? 1500? 1600? Discussing epochs is a lot of fun! I will giveContinue reading “How I chose the century for my novel – Merry crisis!”
Tale across the wall
A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”
Thoughts on choices
One thing I have always needed my witch for were choices. I had always felt as if I was able to define myself through the choices I made and also had seen my witch as someone without this chance in life. I always thought that she was born into a world that determined it all.Continue reading “Thoughts on choices”
Empathic Dystopia
A witch once walked the earth with a heart ready to jump out of her chest. Ready to burn. Attempting to drown. Carrying the weight of a dying world, she needed to sense herself. To see her face. To hear her voice. But not in a mirror, and not in a lake, or in theContinue reading “Empathic Dystopia”
Hot summer night daydream
Let‘s conquer the heat wave with this castle in winter! I can‘t wait for the world to cool down, calm down and slow down, and for autumn‘s colours to sooth everyday into a soft and magical atmosphere. I can‘t wait for hot chocolate and cinnamon and pumpkin soup. For rainy days that actually feel refreshing,Continue reading “Hot summer night daydream”
Coffee in Dystopia
The world is on fire.The ashes is spreading.We are coughing the smoke.…and I want to have coffee with you. Dead bodies piled up.Their names never known.Their faces are shadows.…and I yearn for a coffee with you. There is poison in the air.In your breath.In my mouth.… but please have a coffee with me. Have aContinue reading “Coffee in Dystopia”
Visiting a witching city – a day in Aachen
Out of the the few times I have been there, half of them profoundly changed my life. This post is about another place that means magic for me. It will take you into another old city, into the heart of a city very meaningful for huge parts of medieval Europe. These words are meant forContinue reading “Visiting a witching city – a day in Aachen”
Words a witch once sang
“I was living by the lake.I had you by my side.And when you left,I was so sad,I tried to drown myself. When I had jumped right off the cliffMy heart could not waitTo disappear into the wavesOf my favourite lake. But just when it had swallowed meIt spit me right outJust so enough above itsContinue reading “Words a witch once sang”
Tale about summoning
The witch had her cauldron ready.It was ready, when eyes could not see.It was hidden from a world that had forgotten to dream.When the sun was rising reluctantly.When the rain did not drum.When the wind did not sing,but scream.When the void was forming.When the shape was ready,and it fit a lost someone.When land had burned.WhenContinue reading “Tale about summoning”
About feeling alive in difficult times
Lately, I have found an almost forgotten joy in being alive again. For me that meant sitting in my favourite coffee place again, after a long time without daring to do so. Carefully stepping inside, ordering a drink to go and drinking it alone in a corner outside was the only I sometimes granted myselfContinue reading “About feeling alive in difficult times”
Wherever magic hides!
If you were to find a door like this in the forest, where would it lead you?Where would you want it to lead you?I‘m thinking that this may be one of the oldest dreams our funny brains ever left us with. Even when I look at cave paintings our ancestors left behind, I wonder ifContinue reading “Wherever magic hides!”
“Ruin me, Baby.”
Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.Swallowing her shape. When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.At least not too much.By those in terror by her passion. And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.Only to askContinue reading ““Ruin me, Baby.””
Monschau – A small town of resilience
„Look at these cozy houses even surviving your hell!“, I tell my witch searching through photographs over candle light that pictured a very resilient small town, hidden in the hills. There is one small medieval town not far from where I live that has found a place in my heart. Since it was hidden veryContinue reading “Monschau – A small town of resilience”
How I carry witching words with me!
As all my readers know, I started this blog when the pandemic stopped my world and for the first time I had the time to get really lost in my head! It’s not always nice what you may find in there, but some things I want to keep! Especially my new priority towards my creativity,Continue reading “How I carry witching words with me!”
The (in)sensitivity of witching
Have you ever dared to be in pain, when someone asked you not to be? Probably even the person causing it?Of all the different ways to become a witch, this is my favourite one of all!„You‘re such a drama queen“, my witch giggles into our iced coffee, on one of those hot summer days thatContinue reading “The (in)sensitivity of witching”
Tale about forgiveness
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 boundContinue reading “Tale about forgiveness”
Tale about existing
„Deeper in the existential dread.“That was not the answer my witch had expected when asking for the sparkling wine.„Refrigerator“, I say. „Means, existential dread.“ I just hate refrigerators.They‘re always chubby and big, and wrong in the picture. Even those that aren‘t white. I once saw a pink one at a party, and I still feltContinue reading “Tale about existing”
Tale about broken skin
„You put this skin back into place.“ Under a full moon in spring,with a song echoing through a nightending with a purple skyHands found skinfound this skin that was holdingsomething that was ill shaped.This skin was stretched too farand almost ripped apartUntil there were these handsto hold itand to cover all it‘s holesfor it toContinue reading “Tale about broken skin”
About the one who started the witching myth!
Today I‘m wondering how it all started!Who is the father of the witching myth as it developed in early modern Europe?Who the hell was the person that wrote the manifest starting the witch hunts in Europe? Who would waste their time scribbling together a piece such as „Malleus Maleficarum“, only to be responsible for thousandsContinue reading “About the one who started the witching myth!”
Mistress witch writes 