About the spring equinox (and my cleavage)

So right on the spring equinox it was exactly ten years since I met Brida, the sweet, red-haired witch who told me to the ear that everything was gonna be alright. Not to be misunderstood, I do not follow wicca, or believe in tarot, or have EVER read Coelho. I by now have no plans to start dwelling in a multi-dimensional world. But I do respect there are ways to think and to understand this (and any other) reality.

I thought about Brida because -funny thing- I met a warlock at this spring equinox. Another amazing being; he's a psychologist, paints, and has a really exquisite taste in kitchenware. Additionally, he owns all the art books I plan to have in whatever house I settle in.

This post is just a wink to all the people who open themselves to believe and that understand how one should go through life listening, letting go and not harming others in the way. Who says there's only one truth?

It is funny that the spring equinox shares the day with the most painful of all Catholic festivities - too much energy around I guess...

Since I suck at understanding invisible worlds, have to say that this Latin American reality is the one that has me longing for meeting more witches and warlocks. See, they really listen, and try to understand what is in my heart (although in both cases I did not say anything and they knew.) They leave aside me being single, living alone (OH MY GOD), and actually not being afraid of using the brain instead of/in combination with the cleavage.

This world would be in a better state if there were more 'witches' telling narrow-minded people to the ear that everything is gonna be alright.

And btw - as per the warlock, I am magically destined to have two kids (hooray!) and should've studied Mechanical Engineering as I wanted. Numbers do not move.