Being a witch does not preclude enchantment by the beautiful fables, tenets and architecture of other religious paths. If anything it has connected me to them, echoes blessing my crooked path with their particular magic. And this week and its first full moon after the equinox is fairly crammed with them.

In Australia, this is what it looks like after you get justice in a system stacked against you. It isn't joyful. It is barely relief, more often collapse and as rare as hen's teeth. The archaic and brutal judicial system victims battle compounds the terrible damage of the original crime.