It has been an extremely hard few days..not a start to the year I had hoped for. Buy hey such is this life.
Who am I has been my thoughts past few days where is my grounding...them I remember these things...☺️
"You look like a witch," he said.
-If only! she replied.
I am a woman who is connected to nature; knows the power of plants and understands the language of animals.
I travel between the worlds and communicates with the great spirit.
I loves myself and all living beings, respects and is able to listen without judging, and heal a broken heart.
Being me is knowing the power that is inside me, enjoying who I am without belittling anyone.
I dance and sing without complexes, I decipher the messages of the moon and the wind and bathe naked in rivers and seas.
I do magic in my home. With a good pot, to warm your body and soul.
I am one who sings and one who writes my truth of my spirt.
I gather with others around the bonfire on new moon nights.
I invent rituals at home and put candles out.
And do you know why? Because I am are not afraid.
I dance and sing in honor of invoking my ancestors. I raise their voices to wake up women that still suffer the spell of centuries of repression.
Incantations of self-love are whispered, They pass them from one to the other and record them in their cells.
Witches, wizards, and sorceresses roam the four directions healing the world with their gifts.
So dear one I am only but me 💜💜💜
