Daily Witchcraft

Today I am wondering about the concept of home, of belonging, of identity and identities, of friends and places, of being able to be the same person in all those places we go to and all the faces we happen to see and all those encounters we have. Days are full. Hearts are full and it's absolutely amazing when places you call familiar are welcoming you. Someone once said that home is not where you live but where they understand you... What if it's more than one place? What if those places are so different, you wouldn't even dare to compare them...?!.. What is all in all your home is your journey? Even if it is in strippey socks :)

If you give what can be taken, you are not really giving. Take what you are given, not what you want to be given. Give what cannot be taken. ~ Idries Shah All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement… Freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves the most. No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it. ~ From Maria's diary, Eleven Minutes

"Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn't have the courage to say "yes" to life? I made my first mistake when I was eleven years old, when that boy asked me if I could lend him a pencil; since then , I've realised that sometimes you get no second chance and that it's best to accept the gifts the world offers you. Of course it's risky, but is the risk any greater than the chance of the bus that took forty-eight hours to bring me here having an accident? If I must be faithful to someone or something, then I have, first of all, to be faithful to myself. If I'm looking for true love, I first have to get the mediocre loves out of my system. The little experience of life I've had has taught me that no one owns anything, that everything is an illusion - and that applies to materi

The Invitation It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint anothe

Every experience is there to teach you something, to show you something, to proof that life is so absolutely full of surprises, magic and unexpected adventures. And every adventure is there for you to seize. Some bring you back to the places you've known but never looked at in quite that kind of way. Some teach you that the only way to cross the ocean is to let go of fear to loose sight of the shore. And some, they just show you a way back to who you truly are. And it is simply fabulous!