Confessions of a Hedge Witch

When the winds call,
Leave all behind.
run, arms open,
into the dance

leave comfort behind
in your house of stone
leave sitting idly
at your desk

for We are not fit
for mere normalcy
No, We are designed
for the Dance

A storm raged across Ireland today. He swirled and turned and roared in from the South. Strong with wind and rain, the great Being of the Southern Oceans turned. tonight….in the gloaming of a grey world I ran….. grey coat, wellies, hair billowing

into the field of the bull i stood, my heart buffeted by my Brother, the South Wind. Oh, what secrets….Oh, what power.

Thump…my feet felt Eire shake
Thump….my chest felt His thrust
Thump…my arms flew open

A witch walked the high ridge on this stormy night
A witch left her hair loose along the hedge on the lane
a Witch stood among her Kin when the Winds roared their might

…twas good none dared view betwixt and between