By sharing a smile, I am not about to make a difference in the plague that has so many spewing hate, but I do it. I do not believe in organized religion, so I practice as a solitary and on the full moons with peacefires. The celebrated calendar is not my new year but I’m not offended by the majority watching (and shouting during) fireworks. I do find myself eating pork, mashed potatoes and sauerkraut new years day. In fact, I insist on it.
“A love type..love potion” He said lamely, not liking to be the butt of some joke. “You mean there are different types?” She chuckled softly under her breath. An evil sound that could make neck hairs stand up on end, and arouse other parts as well. “Of Course. Just as there are many different types of love. There are many different potions to bring it about” She leaned forward in her chair, nailing him with her dark blue hypnotic eyes.
He was so overwhelmed by the sensations, by Bridget’s words and naked beauty and raw animal sexual scent, that it didn’t seem to be really happening to him. His body was on auto-pilot, acting and responding without his direction. Falling now into the embrace of her arms and legs, so that to sight and sound and smell was added the enveloping sensation of touch, of her soft, smooth, warmth surrounding him.
I grew up with wonderful parents who loved nature and I connected deeply with plants, animals, stars, thunderstorms, and so on before I was even born. I didn’t want to “ascend”. Even so, witchcraft scared me. I had one book about it. It scared me every time I opened it, even though it was more New Age-like.