From the Desk of the Witch

So this is where I sit as I bring my news, views, muse.... and other assorted tid bits..... As I write, I usually write things out in long hand as they come to me.... I haven't given you a piece of writing lately... (excerpt from a letter I wrote someone a while ago)



Journeys are not always meant to be what we had hoped, sometimes they are more, sometimes less, but the reality is if you keep walking the sun will rise, the star’s will assemble and life will always sing the songs of spring, summer and fall…and mourn with the blanket of winter’s silent cold hand.



Yes, I like to write letters, REAL letters in long hand, I think it is personal and giving of yourself to sit and write, I have been told many times that my hand writing is beautiful, I find something calming about writing, it is becoming a lost art in this day and age of computers. I find that sad...

But day's like yesterday, with the rain on the water outside my window, I always find a rhythm that is inspiring....



Who could doubt the existence of magic? The hum of life through the night of trees, the stirring of stars in the midnight black brings the mixed breath of two lovers riding a tide that is a whisper of everything in the shadows and held in only the deepest of hopeful secrets.

As a woman she accepts her gifts, bears the responsibility of her fate, for she knows better than most that in her journey there is not a greater power, no brighter blessing than the gift of an open and accepting heart....

willow witch