Honoring the Inner Witch

When she shows up inside of me there is still a part of me that wants to push her away, part of me that doesn’t love her anymore than others do. She is uncivilized and uncaring about the niceties that make us outwardly attractive to others—the groomed hair, the carefully-selected clothes, the clever ideas and pieces of paper proving our credentials.

A Sweat Lodge Virgin

The young fire-tender appeared and knelt at the entrance to the lodge, asking permission to enter. In front of him, on what looked like moose antlers, he carried a glowing red rock, which he rolled skilfully into the central pit. It hissed as it hit the dampness of the earth, and Axel felt a wave of warmth…