Book of Shadows

The stars shine only when the sky is dark. The firmament told me when the last nail of sun has set over the horizon. The woods whispered to me with the wind swinging its thousand and one fragrances. The effulgent moon told me on my solitary abode. I see it in the fire in my home, crackling like a fairy dance.

The stars shine only when the sky is dark. I live in darkness, and I move in the darkness looking for the light, one step from the blackness, two steps to the glare.

Light and shadow, good and evil, happiness and sadness. The two sides of the same coin, as there is no one without the other. And I, the bridge between two worlds.

Because it’s me who they are looking for when the balance tips toward misery. I am who weaves a thousand ways to reach fleeting happiness. It is so difficult to achieve balance ... I always walk on the border, night and day weaving a secure link with light.

But it's so hard ... Working tirelessly against the dark often makes it more comfortable to live in, and the nights are long in a cottage only lighted by dim candles.

Because my abode is the only lantern for many, anonymous faces, pleading looks. They arrive at sunset, fleeing the moon and its own miseries, wringing her hands in anguish and guilt, afraid of resorting to the shelter of the forest. But here always find comfort, a helping hand that banishes doubts and removes the evil, which uses the ancient wisdom and there is always the way to fight darkness with a remedy, herbal or common sense, an advice or sharing a burden. Absorbing demons which dance with owns when the cottage remains quiet and the stars give way to sun.

I write now to exorcise those demons, to ease my soul of all darkness that strives away, for forever follow in the bright side of the road.

I write in the light of fireflies lighting up the dark corners to make it clear that I walked by large forests, breathed winds of change, of calm and threat, I danced in the rain and around bonfires, jumped on crops to make them grow vigorously. I was at the heart of things in forests, hills, listening to the sound of running water. I planted more trees than I can remember, I spoke with animals and slept under the stars. I felt the change of hundreds of stations, I heard the echo of those who came before us and was part of the life force that moves the universe.

I write a great book to give testimony as I can in everything I've done, that I live and I  breathe, that I made the difference, that I am the hedge separating two worlds. But above all to leave written that  I always tried to live in the light.

And though sometimes I have fear, though the darkness threatens to swallow and take me with it, when I believe that nothing was enough, the stars remind me that I can be one of them, a point of light shining darkness, a helping hand, a comforting remedy and an advice. A belief that everything will be fine, even if only it is because somebody believes on it.

Because I am who I am and I can fix everything. Because I can conjure light. Because they say I am a witch. Because a witch handles things.