We shall look past what she has...and look into what she does...Look closely or you may miss it, like a dream you only remember fragments of.

...hers are the Mixed....darker Hues....Dark...almost black ...she is the dark side of the mountain.... She whispers the names that have been repeated often...and are burned in her memory...She does not ask the gods to do the things in life that she is able...and she recognizes the God in things.....She knows that each morning the sun will rise and each night it will set and so on...... She knows she has Nothing to do with it.

You visit her with troubles and she comforts you...her words give you peace and they give you meaning...For a brief moment you understand what it is she does and then its gone again...like a Dream.

She tells you old stories of Gods and Godesses...she seems to have one for every occasion. Here lies the magic.....No two-penny spells....No tricks today. simply......and utterly.... meaning. You leave her with a feeling of Calm....she smiles and tells you "Everything will be Just Fine....Mabey not but you know what I mean." Her charms are not written in any book...anywhere.... Her charms may be a Look or a glance, A song or a story. She insist she lights her candles simply to keep her house warm....And you believe. She is no different than you. She loves her children and she loves her family. She gets hungry...and cold...and afraid...Just like you. There is a subtle difference... When she Hates you....you feel it in your bones like a knife. She doesnt look at you she looks through you. She speaks not your name and in her world you do not exist.....You dare not step past the threshold that is her Home.... When she Loves she loves completely...when she Hates she Hates with every particle of her Being and those who have felt that hate....never speak of it.