Feelings of a Witch

The wind takes hold of my hair and pushes it off to the side. Stray strands wisping in front of my eyes as I stare into the distance. It use to feel peaceful here. Before things started to change. But then again, it seems everyone is feeling the strange trill of change. The electrical pulsing of energy in the air. The tingles that see to jolt up my spine every couple of seconds. Something is coming, and it’s coming fast.

The ocean crashes below and I can smell the salt in the air. I’m just missing fire in this oasis of elements. Often something that is missed a lot when the sun isn’t out. But I’ve always belonged to the dark. Well the day can be a delightful time, my soul is always begging to be out under the light of the moon. Darkness has become a quiet friend of mine. It’s were I tend to think best, feel the energy the most, and can conclude if something is happening. Perhaps I am odd for it. Always wanting to be the moon instead of the sun. Though I suppose there are more people out there like me then I think there is.

People called by the dark, by Lady Luna. People who feel the very shift in the winds and come out to see what has the universe so worked up. Even the animals can feel it too. Look at peacocks before a storm, or dogs when they sense someone unwelcoming. Children feel it too. More than adults. But they sometimes get told to ignore it or that they’re being silly. It’s conditioned out of most people and can take years to reclaim. And yet there are the few of us who always have it. No matter how hard we have tried to make it go away. It resides in our very bones and triggers all the warnings in a moments notice. Or it sparks an invisible flame when we see someone we’ve never met before and we just know them. For lack of better words we call it love at first sight. But it’s more like a knowing of what is coming.

For a few of us, it even comes in the form of feeling death or smelling it. The ever soft sticky sweet smell that not even hospital chemicals can mask. A pit in the stomach kind of feeling that comes over us suddenly and we know. The for some this adventure is about to end. But death isn’t the end. Not really. But still it holds a strange feeling and space within this world. And that knowing can make it almost worst.

And so as I look out into the distance and hear the sea below. I try and figure our what this new feeling is. The one that seems to be creeping around my body, like some thief in the night. It has a bit of edge to it, something sharp and knowing. And yet there isn’t a sense of dread. I know something is coming…..

But I don’t know what.