I think I’ve known for four or five years that  my wife is a Pagan Witch, a good witch, she has mystical powers, is fused with nature and practices all kinds of strange, healing and magical practices. She talks to animals, hugs trees, walks barefoot in the woods, I would not be surprised to see her dancing out by a roaring fire in the moonlight, covered only in mud.  I have no doubt she would have been burned at the stake for much of human history, that’s what happened to strong women with special mystical powers. We are learning to love them, not hurt them.

Maria casts spells and conjures up chants, and turns ticks into butterflies and sings with angels and elves. This morning, out in the woods, she found a piece of pine park and almost instinctively, wore it as a crown on our walk. She brought it back to the farm, she will turn it into a candle or songbird.

She loved the crown, she even let me take a photo of her wearing it, that’s how I know she loved it. It is wonderful to walk in the deep woods with a pagan witch, she is a sister to all of the trees and the moss and the animals who hide.