A Witches Tale

      She sipped her tea as she gazed upwards. Watching her beloved moon, full and round, climb the night sky. Soon it would be time she thought to herself. The thought made her smile. She looked over to the bed and her husband blessedly had fallen asleep. Her cat looked up as she stretched out her back paws then re-curled her tail. "Oh, did I disturb your sleep?" She asked. The cat let out a big yawn as if to say yes and don't let it happen again. The room was calm, the night was chilly even though they were coming up on the end of May.
      Okay time to get the proverbial ball rolling. She gathered her things: her athame ,which is  the ritual knife never used to physically cut anything, her chalice, her little cauldron which she loved ( it was just so witchy lol), these and the rest were all ready and waiting. She proceeded. Clearing her mind, she lit the candle as she had been taught those 25 years ago, grounded and centered herself and brought her breathing to a steady measured pace. Being a solitary for so long, she developed small rituals that satisfied herself and hoped they satisfied her Goddess. She often felt the loving touch of the Goddess. She also knew what it felt like not to get the result she was after. The Goddess after all is the great mother, and as such she gives as she feels her children need. This fact was accepted years ago, and served as a way to gain self awareness and to do for yourself. Until recent years she stumbled on both these counts. With simple, pure thoughts she chanted what others might call a prayer.  The full moon was a time of beauty, of fufilment, of setting forth new goals that would show progress by next full moon. Build as the moon grows, tear down as it wains. Now  she looked up to the sky, called out for protection, and reaffirmed her love, shared  her dreams aloud so they would come to fruition with her own help, day by day. It felt good, it felt right. The energy of the night was strong. She hummed and felt her body swaying to the music in her head. Slow and with purpose she moved back and forth almost snakelike except she was kneeling, not on the floor. When the time felt right she took the salt out of the bowl with the tip of her athame and put into the chalice of water, the great rite they called it! Union of the God and Goddess. You didn't need to be a scholar to get the meaning of the knife entering the chalice. Sex is not shameful to the Goddess or to her either. She ate the small biscuit and drank the salted water in honor of the Mother Moon shining down. She could smell the incense as well as the oils she had annoited herself with. This one was an alluring scent with cinnamon and clove. She had another that was more like the sea, but the spice felt right as the air ad a crispness to it. She had many oils and incenses, tonight was simple but for Sabbaths she would light charcoal and place it in her sensor, which was the cauldron for her and burn different ones. Some smelled good, others not as much. The few times she ad asked others to join her she would put on a little show at the rituals end. She would mix some sugar and salt Peter together and once the end was coming she would give her guest a final kiss and throw this mix right onto the charcoal and flames would shoot up and sparkle like stars. Very dramatic, but not tonight as just she was there to acknowledge the moon hanging heavy in the sky.   She let her mind drift, to the morning she and her boyfriend greeted the sun as it started to rise over the ocean's horizon. In unison they made the moves of the God and Goddess standing at waters edge, and as the sea came in she could
feel the water rush over her ankles. She opened her eyes and between her feet was a piece of white marble in the shape of a triangle. Of course the mundane world would say it came in with the tide, or the sand washed away from it as the tide ran out. She knew it was a gift to her, no one could tell her different. She brought herself back to where she was, and what she was doing. She loved  to remember special things and special people. She closed her ritual by pinching out the candle, while saying her thank you.  She was peaceful. For now. Lol

True story or made up? You decide, as for me I am saying ciao for now :-)