Past Lives

If the dream about the candlesticks took me back to the late seventies, last night's- in which I was apprenticed to a powerful witch who hung out in a junkshop- was a return to the eighties. It was a happy, hopeful dream. By coincidence, Ailz had me up a ladder this morning sorting through things on a high shelf- and I happened on a folder full of papers from our Wiccan heyday- including a set of clippings with headlines like "Pagan Ex-Priest Tony Hit By Witch -hunt"

O les beaux jours.