This is one of my muses, sitting on top of some things I wrote at two different pagan events to inspire myself: “You are a Celtic witch” (because whatever my practice, that is my heritage), and a now very faded list: “To keep going; to have faith; to step forward into all I can become; to have patience with myself; to love myself and my work as it is and as it grows; to let go all that stands in the way.”
This cat-girl, whom I call Onion, is about eight months old. She likes to wake me up by sitting on me, purring at me, and digging in her claws a little. Then she generally bites me. Her sister, Potato, is the witch cat of the family. At our recent new moon, Potato sat behind the fire cauldron and tried playing with the flames (she didn’t burn herself). She looked like she was performing an enchantment.