Something Wiccan This Way Comes

To start off, I don't know if I fully fit the Wiccan role, but I do know I fit the role of witch. I've always felt like I didn't fit in. Like, I was too eccentric according to societal standards. Even within my own family, I always felt like I was out of sync with them. I never felt understood or seen, and I've always felt like that was because some of them want me to fit inside a box I was never meant to fit inside. I was meant to be different. On top of that, I had this feeling like life wasn't supposed to be one note. There are facets to life... to the earth and the universe. That's when I found this book at a local second-hand store. A book that touched on Wicca and witchcraft. I read this book about four times, and each time it seemed to make more sense. I started looking into my ancestry and found ties to spirituality on both sides. The beliefs my native ancestors followed seeped into my mind and heart. However, it was the beliefs my Celtic ancestors held that made the most sense. Suddenly, I didn't feel empty and unseen. I felt whole.

I started with building my altar. Something my boyfriend helped with. He supports me even if some of my family members think this part of me is too weird. He encourages me to feel at home with myself and to embrace the part of me that others try and make me hide. My altar isn't fancy. It's just the top of a side table, but it holds my crystals and my moon water along with other important items for my craft. It also holds some of my favorite journals as well as that fateful book that started it all. My favorite items on my altar are my picture of my brother and me with our late grandfather, and one of my boyfriend. I light candles on my altar, and I meditate in front of it when I feel like I need to relax and empty my mind of my worries. With my family, there are quite a few worries. It eases my mind.

Recently, I've been researching more, and I've used my personal book of shadows to keep a record of all that I'm learning. Kind of like a textbook for a school course. Every bit of knowledge I learn, I can write down to have in case I ever need to look back on it or remind myself of something. The more I write, the more I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I've learned that every witch who takes this journey finds a different path. A path that best fits them and their needs. This path that I'm on is meant to help me and heal me. I want my BOS to be a written reminder of this journey. The twists, the turns, and every single bump I may hit. As long as it reflects me.

I've learned more about myself through learning about the craft. It's more than just spell jars and full moons. We don't ride broomsticks and chant in mythical languages. We don't have hooked noses and green skin. Heck, we don't worship evil and prey on children like some certain popular Disney witches do. What we do have is magic. That magic lies in us. Our intellect, our passion, our love, and every ounce of energy that radiates throughout our bodies. We use that energy to help protect ourselves, our loved ones, and even our homes. We use it to attract and aid in our prosperity and abundance. Magic is in the trees that give us shade on hot summer days, the flowers that bloom during the beautiful spring days, the crisp air that autumn brings, and even the glistening snowfall during the cold winter days. It's in the flowing creeks and rivers. The animals around us. It's all energy and life... and it's what I've always felt most connected to. I don't feel alone or invisible. I don't feel the need for people to see me anymore. I know that as long as I accept myself and choose to love every bit that makes me well, me, then I'll be okay. I set out to learn about magic and witchcraft, and somehow learned more about myself than I ever knew.