I identify with witches. Not the evil kind, but the wise-old-woman-healer kind. I have a black cat, I simmer chicken bones overnight in a big pot to make bone broth, and I make ‘magic potions’ with my ‘warts’ (the old-English word for herbs). I would also love nothing more than to live in a little cottage at the edge of the woods surrounded by a garden of healing plants.
When I was a kid, I had dreams of witches being after me – the only way to survive was to become one of them. I used to think of it as ‘selling out’ but now as I enter my elder years, I see it was prophetic. As my knowledge deepens, maybe one day I WILL become one of them!