{"id":1281,"date":"2018-11-15T10:27:26","date_gmt":"2018-11-15T10:27:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/theshoelessbanshee\/?p=1281"},"modified":"2018-11-15T10:33:22","modified_gmt":"2018-11-15T10:33:22","slug":"we-are-witches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/theshoelessbanshee\/2018\/11\/15\/we-are-witches\/","title":{"rendered":"We Are Witches"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

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Execution of Joan of Arc. Source: Wikimedia Commons<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/p>

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I\u2019ve been thinking about witches since autumn began.<\/b><\/h3>\n

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I never much liked or even thought of witches in the past. I grew up celebrating All Hallow\u2019s Eve rather than Halloween. My friends and I would dress as saints rather than demons and have plenty of innocent fun. We truly did enjoy ourselves, as odd as it may sound. There were homemade donuts (\u00a8Soul Cakes\u00a8) and hay wagon rides in the dark and dancing to Christian parodies of classic rock songs. It sounds a bit odd when I explain it to friends now, but I look back on those memories with a great deal of affection.<\/span><\/p>\n

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But a year or so ago, a friend shared a piece by Fleassy Malay<\/a> called \u00a8Witches,\u00a8 and I\u00b4ve been pondering them ever since.<\/span><\/p>\n

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