They Call Me a Witch

Today, October 31st, is Halloween! On this day, I would like to share a beautiful passage with you...

They Call Me a Witch

They call women witches who embrace their personal power. Who aren't afraid to be free.

They call women witches who smell of herbs and who cultivate them in their gardens.

They call women witches who teach children games and play with them, blending the roles of master and apprentice.

They call women witches who dream their enchantments, who find answers in the wind, who smell the coming rain with clouds still light with water...

They call women witches, all the crazy ones who talk to their animals, who are enchanted by birds, who are moved by their songs.

They call women witches who trade a new pair of shoes for a walk on the beach, and a trip to the mall for a bath in a waterfall.

They call women witches who walk barefoot, who dry their hair with the morning breeze, who surrender to the moonlight with the same intensity as a she-wolf howls on full moon nights!

They call women witches who make ointments, prepare teas, hang herbs in their windows, who sit on the earth and exchange with it their monthly wisdom, immersed in their sacred blood.

They call women witches all those who find in their sacred corner and in the lines on their face the map of their sacred journey.

They call women witches those who have the stars and the firmament as their temple, the running waters of the fields as sacred, and who plant their feet firmly on the soil that sustains them.

They call women witches who bless themselves for being: blessed women, generators of life, natural caregivers, phoenixes by nature, even when crushed daily by human hypocrisy.

They call women witches who shine, but who walk beneath the cloak of simplicity.

They call women witches who illuminate, but who walk through the shadows, carrying their light to those in need, without judgment, only with the embrace of the soul.

They call women witches who dare to be who they are, without fear, with a heart full of love, and who, in their intentions, spread seeds of good to hearts that open for them to enter!

They call women witches, women filled with their own power, who frighten because they are different, but who enchant when understood and respected, because they don't need to be accepted. They don't need anyone's approval to be the Women of Power that they are!

Rose Kareemi Ponce

The witch that exists in me,

Bows to the witch that exists in you.

Namaswitch!

With magic,

Kim