How many people really know you? I mean really really know you? A few? A couple? Nobody?
I have been happily married for several years now, and my husband knows me well. He knows how to make me smile, and when to leave me alone, depending on which mood I'm in, and he also knows when I need comfort and reassurance against the big bad world, and when to leave me to take on the monsters safe in the knowledge he has my back. We have a deep, loving bond that has faced challenges that would rock weaker relationships, to the point that we have developed something of a psychic link. Yet he has never really seen my Hag.
|The fury of the Hag|
Yet sometimes I can feel her, my Hag, looking out through my eyes, whispering words into my ears, Her fingernails scratching at my heart, and I want to spit venom and fury at the world around me. Sometimes she makes me want to attack those closest to me, just because they are there. Thankfully, I am married to a wonderful man who, while he doesn't fully understand my Hag, recognises her and has even found ways to conquer her, particularly at Moontime when the hormones flow as freely as my blood. Sometimes he is the icy cool that takes away the sting of her poison, and sometimes he understands that there are many types of fire and that sometimes he has to burn me with the heat of his love and his passion to show the Hag that she is not as in control as she thinks she is. And sometimes he just stands back, trusting me to take control again when I am ready, knowing that when the anger has faded and only the scratch marks remain on my soul, I will come looking for the safety of his arms, the comfort of his kisses, and the shared knowledge that I have subdued her once again.
This is the complexity of womanhood, and learning to live with this is part of my path as a witch.
Blessed be )0(