Writers And Witches

If you are like me, you want your life to mean something more than an accumulation of days and nights passing in a melancholy blur of mundane tasks that include nothing more meaningful than the biological performance of breathing in and out. If you are like me, you want more, you want joy, you want meaning, you want soft hues, and exhilarating, bright, bursting explosions of truth and creativity…. if you dare, you want, “passion!”
Predictably, and most essentially, if you are like me, you want to be known and understood, you want to love and you want to be loved. I imagine this is why you write, this is why I write. I hemorrhage words, for prose is my life blood. This is that urgent force within me that summons all cunning hearts to come unto my own heart, so that we may dance and spin, weaving and twisting together, lighting fires, scourging and blessing each savored deliberation.
Writing (and witching) are the ways in which my dominant spirit submits to the will of my higher truth, often, a thirsty truth that has been held as an unwilling hostage in some secreted, deep and shadowy well. I read to be exposed to exotic other voyagers, to feast from their most innocent spring lambs? To surrender myself entirely to their succulent literary magic? I am amused by little else. I am fed by little else. The musings of eloquent writers are my jewels, my deepest joy and highest aspiration comes from the mere hope that my words in some diminutive way can perhaps be given as jewels to others, dare I hope? Dare I yearn to bewitch with meager words? For I have fallen slain within the spirit of a crafty writer so many times, that by now, I am left twitching and itching to find my peace, my calm within the inked lines.
The reader is the famished self, the writer is overwhelmed self, we are both tortured, you and I, let us dance! Our coupling is a seductive and charitable effort. The drought of individual passion is a mournful municipality, let us stake a claim upon the land, let us feast, drink, and be merry together!
I have decided that the old saying “You cannot have it both ways” is an underrated truth. Whatever is fleecing ones soul of its fiery passion, of its enduring serenity, this is the day to banish that “thing” from our lives and copiously embrace our creative liberties!
So Mote it BE!
I am a witch, I am not a Christian, however, I have studied the Holy Bible, and there is one elegantly flawless verse that I have plucked out and seized as my own, one verse that is a monument to my truth. It shines within the book of Matthew, chapter 6, verse 21… “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” So, I ask you, where is your treasure? I ask you to consider your life. I don’t mean who do you love more than anyone else, this is a question of very intimate individual passion, where is YOUR own treasure, your own exceptional pleasure on earth~ if suddenly, you were alone in the world and had only yourself to please, in what soothing ocean would your lone soul find sanctuary? For there, you will find your treasure and your heart.
hillbillycrone hillbillycrone
56-60, F
3 Responses Jan 24, 2012

I have to admit that I dont know where my own personal treasure lies right now. Nice writing tho ;)

Unfortunately, there aren't many people know what exactly what their heart desire to do in life, and even very few that follow what their heart want to be. Its great for you to know and go for it HBC :)

Thank You! I shall give it my heart~Blessings and Care~

Thank you for these jewels. I am deeply serious, this is actually jewels to me, so I hope that you dared to hope!<br />
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My ocean will have to be singing, it must be. So I hope to find my treasure and heart there. Thank you for posting these very encourraging words, it was a pleasure to read.

Thank You so much for reading this my dear, how lovely to have ones words come home so sweetly! ((((((((((((O)))))))))) Hugs

Hugs to you too. I wish you a wonderful day !