I can't fight nature.

I can't fight nature.

For some reason, a lot of people don't understand this. Either people think I'm a freak when I tell them that I am a witch -- or they think I'm some all powerful semi-deity.

Change the weather, cure diseases, end suffering . . . I can't do that. I would never even propose to try.

If you have a cold, I can help you feel better while your body does the healing. I can even help your body do the healing part a bit better. Emotionally hurting? I can council you; we can read rune stones or clouds or tea leaves or just talk. Spiritually lost or abused? I can guide you, help you look inside and discover where your path lies. Or at least point you in the direction of the woods and remind you to put on some citronella oil.

But I can't fight nature. I only work with her.

Sometimes that makes it hard. People who believe in a God that is outside, separate and parent-like make me a little jealous sometimes. I only wish I could pray and beg for things to turn out the way I want them to. But I can't. All I can do is delve deep and try to understand why they are the way they are, even if it hurts me.

Someone I care about, someone in my family, is sick. And it's not a cold. It's not something I can whip up some tea and soup to fix. I'm not going to be delusional and think there's really anything I can do.

All I really can do is wait for him to choose the path he wants to take, and try to smooth the way if I can. If nature will let me. . . .