What the heck was the hissing all about?
It seemed to be some kind of agreement.
It was my first witches’ Sabbat,
And we hissed and howled and some of us even exchanged shoes.
How odd.
We gave up energy to the Gods and the sky.
We pushed energy down to the Gods and the soil.
We embraced chaos and granted each other’s wishes.
We consoled and comforted.
We joked and japed.
We learned.
We shared.
We blessed.
We dared.
And, in the end, nothing more magical (or less magical) than friendship seemed to have happened in that circle.
Blessed be, I guess.