Sunday Circle

Magic is all around us. We often see it (or read about it) as a special gift bestowed upon those who walk the outcast’s path.

We see a bunch of women/witches gathered in a circle. Often, we see them dressed in a special way, maybe in a cloak of some sort. There is an element of fire, chants are intoned, and they move in an ancient sinuous dance. The breeze stirs. The energy builds and then it releases. We don’t know how exactly, but we feel that something has just changed.

We also see a woman with her cat standing sentry nearby. She kneels reverently in front of an altar lovingly arranged in strange patterns with even stranger objects placed upon it. She rocks in a rhythm we don’t fully understand but recognize as something that will give birth to something new. She beseeches, she commits herself to the path…