Here it is. I’m coming out of the broom closet and claiming myself. As a witch. I’ve never really called myself one outright, but it feels time to do so. Many people have a skewed definition of what this word means, so first let’s be clear about what I don’t do. I don’t worship the devil, I don’t sacrifice animals, I don’t wear all black (other than this picture), and I don’t put hexes on people. Here is what I do do. I stop to smell the flowers, I enjoy walking barefoot, I believe in the stars, the earth, and magic, I practice yoga, I smudge to clear and cleanse spaces, I dance, I read tarot (well, am learning anyway), I recognize myself as a divine being, I dance naked around fires, I embrace my creativity and power, I feel wild when it storms, I hug trees, I create ritual and ceremony, I love, I use essential oils, I do Reiki, I hold space when called for, I feel moved when I listen to music, I am empathetic- when I hear the word Witch, this is what I imagine.
Recently I learned a bit more about my family history on my paternal side. I follow a line of psychics, energy healers, empaths, and alternative medicine practitioners. Hearing about all of this for the first time made me feel like I was learning about deeper parts of myself. It has peaked my curiosity about what might happen if I were to dedicate myself to exploring and developing that innate magical essence that courses through my veins. Hearing these stories appears to have unlocked a more deeply rooted knowing– but in a way different than how I have always known that about myself. It’s difficult to put words to. I connect to this so strongly that I actually feel emotional about it. Imagine meeting yourself for the first time. Imagine seeing yourself in a different light. Imagine realizing at the very core of your being that you are capable of so much more, but in a way that is a very REAL thing and not just some ideal you have for yourself. It speaks to me with a sense of new-ness but also such familiarity.
I have always been drawn to the magical and mystical. And I have always believed that there was nothing supernatural about it. It is something available to each one of us- that is, if we choose to nurture that part of ourselves. We are all luminous beings. The universe itself is full of mystery, lore, and the unexplainable. Love allows us a view into a world of magic and enchantment. We may not be flying around on broomsticks, but of course magic exists!
This time that I have spent on the road has created an unhindered space for self-reflection and introspection. It has gotten dark and ugly at times, and it has also been amazing. There has always been the desire to tap into this witchery (which is what I like to call it) but I am just now actually doing it. Perhaps it is only now that I am truly ready.
I made a post on Facebook the other day about rewriting your script. It seems I am doing just that- and with it comes much upheaval. But isn’t that how it often works? There is a quote (though I’m not sure who wrote it) that resonates with me- “For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.”
So, this is it. My rebirth. As a full-fledged witch. And just in time for Halloween.