Solitary Witch in The Woods

Deep in the forest in the heart of Oregon rest a town called Wolf Creek. This was the place I chose to make my home and practice my arts. They have one store called The General Store, and a 100 year old Inn that is well known to be haunted.

The house that was the only one affordable to me was also as old as the hills. With a wood stove and an out-house. A well worn path led up to the front door from the road. I hung the wind chimes and macramé plant holders around the entrance and called it home.

Choosing to be a Solitary Witch was not what I had in mind when I began my path. This is just what it turned out to be after many of my friends went on with their life and became wives and mothers or seekers of the hourly wage. I was an artist and made my living by creating arts and crafts and offering them for purchase at the fairs and markets.

Magic is not something that can be learned from a book. It must come naturally, that is from Nature and the Spirit World. This was a perfect Fall night for spell casting, as I was in the mood and had nothing else to do. I placed my small cauldron on the wood stove and built up the fire. I filled it with blessed creek water. I opened my big old book and thumbed through the pages. Here's one, "How To Bring The Rain." I began to drop the herbs and items into the cauldron as the recipe called for. These were not bats wings and newts eyes or anything, just bitter and sweet herbs and oils, along with a few stones and a crows feather. I stirred it with a willow stick. Recited some words as it started to boil. Soon the whole room filled with a sweet and pungent smell, almost too good to breathe in. The cauldron boiled wildly as the water evaporated quickly. I took up the pitcher and added more water to the mixture. As I did this a vapor cloud arose from the pot slowly and surrounded my head. It seemed to hover over me and then ascended onto my face making it wet hot. That would be enough of that, and I went over and opened the window.

This was a black night with no moon rise until later on. I heard the rustling of the trees as the wind picked up. I watched out the window for a short while. The lights flickered for a second and then the electricity went out. The candle light was all that I had left. It was time for bed. I climbed into my big bed with the cast iron frame and pulled the covers up. My head was heavy on the pillow, my thoughts were already focused on tomorrows chores. I drifted into twilight sleep just as a roll of thunder sounded in the distant hills. The storm arrived just before morning. I awoke with the pouring rain pounding the rooftop. Thanked the Lord and Lady. Then had a wonderful cup of tea.
Blessed be.