Posted on June 3, 2008 at 3:20pm
Remember.... ...My Child
by Marsha Birkholz
An old witch sat one evening next to an old oak and
admired the moon.
While sitting there she began reflecting on her many
years of practice in the craft. In doing so she wondered
why she had never found that which she had
most sought through the years - her sacred name.
"Mother?" she whispered into the wind, "my time in
this life is short, and I would… Continue