Kindred
You know those people, who make their way into your life,
and you don’t quite understand why, but you know that there is some sort of explainable
bond? These people don’t just walk
through your being, but they set up shop and become part of your day-to-day. They don’t just make one profound statement
and then leave; they speak to you on a regular basis. And even though they may come and go, they
always come back. Even in their absence,
you are never without them. These are
the people who you recognize, upon meeting, that you are familiar with by
emotion, not just by circumstance. These
are the people you are connected with spiritually, not just tangibly. You know those people? Those people are your
kindred spirits.
Witches
So, earlier, I was engaged in conversation with one these
people. And after we agreed and laughed
about something of no consequence, I said “You get it because we are kindred.”
And Anissa, who, here forward will be referred to as Kitchen Witch, replied
with “It’s because we come from the same circle of witches.” We sure do, Sister.
Something about her words touched my heart. It made me smile to think about the
circle. Because we are from the same
circle of witches. And our circle is bigger
and further reaching than we could ever imagine. But as the Kitchen Witch noted, “I like our
kind of witch. Not the hocus pocus
kind. The quiet, demure, smart, sexy and
charming kind.” Essentially, the kind
you never see coming. She’s a wise
witch, that one…
Are you a good
witch? Or a….
Just like when Glenda shattered the stereotype of mean,
nasty, wart covered witches with her pink dress, kind smile and good intentions,
so have my witches. My witches don’t fly
on broomsticks or cook in cauldrons or keep black cats close. We do have all of those, just in case, though…My
witches don’t wear black hats. My witches
don’t cast spells or cook potions. Well actually,
they do. But not like you’d think. My witches are good witches. They don’t wear ruby slippers, unless the
situation warrants. They don’t generally
walk around wearing silver crowns or pink gowns. Again, unless, the situation warrants. But my witches are good. And we function better as a team. We don’t fight for power. We don’t try to control the group. We appreciate that each one of us has a
different contribution to the greater good.
The greater good may be our community.
It may be a difficult task. It
may just be dinner. But we all
contribute what we have. We all cook our
potions and cast our spells to do right by ourselves, by each other, and by the
people we love. We are good witches.
Magic
We all have something to offer. We all want to contribute to something
greater than ourselves. We all have a
little bit of magic to share. We may not
devise the same spells. We may not concoct
the same potions, but why would we want to?
For one person to have all the enchantment would be a terrible
burden. And it would be exhausting. Together, however, we can have all of the
magic and an alliance to seek solace in.
We have friends who will cook us dinner.
We have friends who will bring us wine.
We have friends who will hold us.
We will have friends who will laugh with (and at) us. We will have people to guide us and remind us
of what is important. That’s what the
circle is about. It’s about never having
to carry all the weight of all the world’s problems by yourself.
The circle
Only you can decide what circle you belong to. Even if you think you don’t’ have a circle, I
promise you, you do. In my circle we
have all kinds. We have the kitchen
witch and the wine witch. We have the
bad-ass-bitch witch. We have a unruffled
witch and a muddled witch. We have a
garden witch and a guardian witch. We
have witches who watch and witches who respond.
There are those bound by solitude and those attached to community. But we are ALL witchy, in our own right. And we all have special gifts to share with
the universe. But when we use those
gifts together, we make magic.
-Inner Peas (Wine Witch)
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