I want to feel like a witch in Equinox, giving my soul to the night, fire burning, I dance with my sisters in craft, flowers on my head, the scent is engulfing, the moon shines above us, as we wildly seal our unity.
Give me the herbs, the candles and the rain in the darkness. Give me the fae faethers and magic that escape the understanding of the world.
I want to lose myself with the forest god, become one with nature.
… while my reality is a broken pipes, flooded home and the only hope is a walk in the forest near my house, which still feels like it was created for a witchling…