Day 1
What lead you to start practicing witchcraft?
[ original post | reblogged post for posterity ]
When I was little I’d “read” the light reflected on the bottom of pools and tell people the answer to their questions about the future. I’d sit in the grass and talk to bugs. Anything was an excuse to talk about fairies, draw fairies, dress up how I thought fairies dressed, look for fairies in the garden. The fairies stopped one day, and I don’t remember when or why.
Magic kept coming back to my mind, though. For a short time when I was 8 or so, I had a friend who grew up in a pagan household and spoke of tarot and astrology. I found Wicca a little later but quickly found out it wasn’t for me. In my teens, I lost my religion but found I had my dad’s knack for the “serendipitous.” He always told me that you simply had to say what you need, to put the idea of what you want out there, to the universe, and in one way or another you would get what you asked for. (I found out later he’s essentially been casting spells for ages.)
I suppose the catalyst was, in college, I found that a friend of a friend who was (and still is) openly a witch. I live in a conservative, religious part of the country, so this appeared to me as a precious rarity. Over time, I gained a little insight into how she practiced and what living magic was like. I started reading, searching, and evaluating. When I was finally brave enough to talk about it other people, I discovered I had other friends who were witches. I read more, searched more, evaluated more, and ultimately decided it was a good fit.
And now we’re here.
