The Honey Witch

by Sydney J. Shields

These are the wild women who run barefoot through the meadow, who teach new songs to the birds, who howl at the moon together. Wild women are their own kind of magic.

It is better to be lost in a beautiful daydream than trapped in a dim reality.

“You can’t love anyone without the fear of losing them, without the forethought of grief. There is an inherent loss in love, but that does not mean that love is not worth it.”