“A witch who forgets the earth upon which she stands, stunts her own spirit.”
~~ Giles Watson
Last night I stood under the half half moon, feeling the equilibrium,
The torment that has had a grip of me…. surrendered.
My right hand reached out and patted a wild animal sitting on the railing of my deck,
This was a first.
As the sky lit up with the constellation of the Bull,
I too felt the power of Nature.
The power of a witch to sit in both worlds.
The fur felt wonderful under my fingers.
To tame the wild nocturnal beast,
Was to tame my own inner dark beast.
© May 2015 Astarté Earthwise