thehoneybeewitch:

There’s a shop near me, owned by an older woman with deep, practical knowledge of herbal medicine.

The front portion of her shop sells cooking supplies and spices, cards, little artsy things, and local goods like soaps and crocheted blankets. But the back was, at one point, my nightmare and laughing stock all at once.

An entire section dedicated to ‘flower fairies’ and ‘light fairies’. Little glittery kits of herbs and stones, with guides so even the mundane-est person could get money, or love, or good luck, with the power of magic. The ‘fluffiest’ of fluffy witchcraft, as I used to think of it. And that’s not even counting the ‘angel spirit classes’, or the rune casting lessons by White Mother of Three, pseudonym, “Cleopatra”.

And yet…

Her classes are never rained out. Her little altar area, dedicated (as far as I could tell) to the Gods-of-Resin-Collectable-Dragons and a Barbie doll, always has fresh flowers and cookies. Her shop prospers through every local and country-wide economic disaster, and has paved the way for other similar shops to open in her area.

And she has power. When she speaks, people listen, though her voice is gentle and matter of fact. If my power, at one point, was laid out next to hers…no doubt it would appear as a small, angry spark next to an ocean of gentle light.

With that said…I guess the moral of this little story is such:

Don’t mock the gentle witches, the Fairy believers and the candle-wishers. Don’t laugh at their books, or their collections of angel statues. Their ‘healing light’ or happiness spells of sprinkles and joy.

You don’t know their power, their Powers, their Gods. Don’t be like me, and laugh up your sleeve at their songs, or their paintings of beautiful ladies holding butterflies.

Let them be. Or better yet, learn from them. Don’t make my mistakes.

Look at how much time I lost that I could have been friends with her, and could have traded secrets!

And try a little gentleness yourself.