I could start out by telling you her ingredients for making some very powerful homemade candles ~ the recipe for a “real” love potion that is guaranteed to bind or how a voodoo doll is stitched together by a true practitioner
All she offered me was a cornucopia of her magickal wares ~ ritual words ~ and finally she thought it best to hand down to me her most valuable possession…
Together we summoned Spirits in graveyards at midnight
Taught me how to dance in the rain all the while I was commanding the thunder
To believe in justice and have the strength to stand tall and demand it
I learned what it feels like to have my heart beat with fire and to recognize those souls who long for it
She had become this olde woman who had been everything been everywhere and nothing scared her anymore
She had watched the world fight itself to death a dozen times over
She buried her dreams and her loved ones
Here ~ she stood ~ a woman who in her younger years had her innocence challenged by 10000 appauling assults and survived through each one
She spent the entire morning and afternoon primping everything according to proper etiquette ~ linen table cloth and dinner napkins ~ antique candlelabras ~ polished silverware ~ the finest english bone china
The food was all prepared by hand all homemade and yes it contained a few secret ingredients she even forgot to add a certain spice to a recipe that later that night led to some significant trouble…not too sure that wasn’t intentional!As the evening went on the conversation at dinner was quite lively
One of her guest Ms.Browntower brought a date with her a Mr. Jones who had a lot to say always interrupting others in the middle of their sentence ~ contradicting those whose words he did not agree with ~ being over all a pest to everyone
As dinner came to a close and we were all getting up from the table to move the party into the parlor to relax and enjoy one of our Hostess’ most notorious Witch’s Brew…
Mr. Jones’ chair knocked over as he stood up from the dinner table
Every Witch stopped…turned to him paused grasped for air and gave him the much deserved Witches Evil Eye
For that was a clear Omen that Mr. Jones had been lying to us at dinner
My money is on the olde woman hands down!
Sometimes I have to ask myself upon certain things that pop up in my life…what would she do?
What would my inner olde experienced woman do?
…and I’m sure ~ no doubt ~ she would say to me…endure…hang in there…
She lives inside me now and through me she continues to practice her Magickal Arts
She is someome whom I hope to be somedayInside her SpellBook she gifted to me rested a photograph of her by chance or perhaps by intention bookmarked to a very special page held within her book of secrets
We’ve all grown up over the years I do not worry about getting olde or what those non believers say about me or even when the day will arrive when it becomes my time to cross over
I am a Witch…and I am not going to grow out of it anytime soon 💜
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