I’m gonna be a crone one day.
My cave shall be my cocoon, the place to which I retreat, the caverns of the inner world from which my magic springs.
My book of spells? That’s the wisdom I will have acquired after living deeply for many, many years.
The cauldron will represent my sound judgement. I’ll know what to put in, what to take out and how long to leave things and let them cook.
I shall even be friends with a cat. (Well…maybe that’s being a little literal. Let’s just say the cat is a symbol of the natural world with whom I shall work in harmony. I won’t actually have to have one. Er…will I?)
And my broomstick – what shall that be for? For flying of course. Just watch me.
Next step: The long, slow emergence