So, after my wild ride last night thought I’d get down to more earthly things. Like brewing a few portions and cooking up a few spells. Cat is still ignoring me and I swear I can still hear Broom sniggering in the cupboard. I almost feel like I should take him for a good hard sweep around the garden. That might just stop his sniggers.

But here I am in the kitchen, a couple of pots boiling on the stove, my husband in the leather recliner watching the soccer on TV, wondering how on earth I can bring myself more into this computerised world. Obviously not by riding an electronic mop! (Your suggestions would be most welcome).

You might ask “What’s it like being a Witch in today’s world?” Let me tell you it’s not easy. Firstly, real witches are few and far between (we’re a dying breed) and secondly, we’re not the world’s most favourite people. We’ve got a bad reputation, which really is a load of hogwash as we don’t dabble in the black arts to concoct evil and raise the Devil nor do we dance naked in Covens.

Now you might laugh and say to yourself, Witches don’t exist. I agree entirely with this statement we don’t exist as we’ve been depicted. But, believe you me, we do walk this earth and do go a-flying by night (not that you would ever see a Witch flying – any Witch worth her salt would never be seen!). We tend to keep ourselves to ourselves. We live in a secret world, more secret than the likes of the NSA, CIA, FBI, and other such abbreviated namesakes.

Of course, you have those who announce themselves as being Witches but let me tell you anyone who was a real Witch would not walk around looking like one, or dabble in arts that they can’t control, or announce to the world that they were a Witch. (You might ask yourself, then why am I writing this blog, isn’t that what I am doing? Well, yes, but you don’t know me or know who I really am. I’m entirely faceless to you – one of the advantages of this computerised world!)

No, it’s not easy to spot a Witch or even know one, not unless you’re in the family and to be in the family you have to be born one – like me. And if you are born one, you really don’t have a choice. As the saying goes, born a Witch always a Witch.

So do we wriggle our noses like Samantha (wish I could) or continually fight evil as depicted by those nubile young lasses on TV? (You’ve got to be joking, I’d run a mile rather than come face to face with some of those demons!) No, its more subtle than that. We don’t interfere with the lives of others, we work within the natural state of things. We work with nature. Oh yes, we do have spells and concoctions but the spells are passed down through the generations and if we use them, we use them for the good of ourselves, or to benefit nature or the earth. To misuse our talents would bring down the entire wrath of the family. You learn at a fairly young age, what you can and can’t do. What is allowed and isn’t allowed. Overstep the mark and well … it’s really not worth thinking about …

So my friends, you might ask what can I do? What is my craft? I can stare into a pot and speak of the future that might or might not be. I can brew concoctions and turn a spell or two but more on that tomorrow …