The Alewives is a closed group of Witches who meet weekly to learn new things and dream a new world.
We met last night and immediately started a fire in the brazier, dragging chairs and kindling into a circle around it. We spoke of the work to come, the weather, our lives, the world.
It is somehow a natural step to think of the future when you are in such a place of possibility, in the warm evening of a mountain spring. But the vision was sad and frightening–no matter how much food we grow and preserve, how we reclaim medicine, how we work cooperatively–won’t there be roaming bands of miscreants with weaponry to steal our work and maybe our lives? Can we be more highly weaponized, more warlike, more successful at the patriarchy’s well-thumbed playbook for conquest than it has been?
But…we are Witches and magic workers. We are in the process of inventing new systems and there is every reason to believe that new systems can be more effective than the old ones. No, we can’t beat the patriarchy at its own game–why would we want to? New game, new rules.