I am also a witch,may ask what about drew you to the Craft ?And congratulations on you thirteen years in witchcraft.
Thank you for the birthday wishes :)
And as far as your question:
I’ve always had a fascination with nature and the unknown. I remember having an imaginary friend as my parents called him, but i just knew he was a spirit. I always called him “my friend ghost.” He didn’t speak to me, he was just a companion, and it was totally normal for me.
I remember making little altars in my yard, making (what hindsight shows) little poppits/fetishes for the genus loci (or local/house spirits) out of plants and flowers to be with me in nature and guides. And I remember very vividly knowing that my neighbor was going to pass, and she did the next evening. Afterwards I would sneak into her yard and play with the blackberry brambles and take the plants and herbs she had and make “potions”. I was always concocting things to do specific things and looking back I realize it was magic, but I wasn’t a witch.
What out me in the path of magic was a little kitche series I stumbled on at Barnes and noble. It was called “Blue is for Nightmares” about a teenage girl who was at school and she has snippet dreams about the future of her friend. Sounds like fantasy right? But it was actually about her being a witch, and not Harry Potter, Grimes fairytales witch, but a real life, young woman, who grew up learning divination, herbal correspondences and magic from her Wiccan grandmother. She made protection bottles, and candle spells and even some spirit communication with a box of old scrabble tiles.
It was the first time I read about witches and realized that what I wanted to be actually could be. At the back of the book was a link to a Llewlyn press teen witch blog style website. I read, and researched and did my first spell on November 11, 2003.
For me, what drew me to the craft was that connection I already had, and that craving for an outlet that religion wasn’t giving me added to realizing that witches weren’t just myths, they were the girl who makes enchanted face masks for a sleep over. The grown man having a sachet in his briefcase for luck. The making of flower chains for love in the spring on the playground, and, a witch was the little boy buying his first tarot deck with birthday money while his dad shopped upstairs. The little boy sneaking incense and candles from the cabinets and stuffing towels in the door jam with open windows so parents wouldn’t smell the smoke. The little boy who printed out spell a day blog posts and made a little book of shadows to read later on the bus to a choir concert.
What drew me to the craft was realizing I’d always been walking towards it and it was always beckoning to me.
