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Apparently a Witch

October 31, 2019


I am apparently a witch.


Voodoo mom, my children call me.

Balance me, my skeptical son who pleads, by text

by phone or email.


I can’t feel my feet on the ground,

I can’t breath

I can’t see 

I can’t stand.


And in the silence in another town,

across the country

across the world.


I hold up

the faceted weight

the mysterious stone;

my amethyst,


or paperclip

on a string

and watch

for a moment 

the stealthy circle rise.


And ask the questions I have learnt to ask,

leading straight to the center

where threads tangle


and the hem 

of ebony velvet

folds against the light


And the questions lead,

and I follow

the student, apprentice


flicking free 


bound by expectation


Releasing the realm

of set ideas 

stark skeletons 

against the sky


expecting anything


expecting everything.



just listening

Open to not knowing


The only way in

The only way to

not be blind,


The only way to|


the unimaginable


the impossibility

of what is really





I am a witch

a wizard yes,

and this

This is Magic.

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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. 

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I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy