Merry Meet, everyone! I thought that this New Moon in Taurus would be a great day to properly start this new endeavour! I wanted to give you a little insight into what brought me to where I am. So, here we go!
I was raised “lazy-Catholic” in a small town in Saskatchewan. I say lazy Catholic because religion wasn’t a big part of my childhood home, yet I attended catechism and church services most Sundays. My extended family still says grace at holiday dinners and there’s a bible and crucifix in my parents’ home, but that’s about as far as it goes.
As for me, I never felt connected to the church, to the stories in the bible, or even to God in the way some of my good friends did. Believe it or not, there are at least nine churches in my hometown of 2,500 people—and that doesn’t count the chapels in various homecare facilities.
The deal my parents made with my siblings and I were that after we were Confirmed, w didn’t have to regularly attend services anymore. Because of that, I’ve gone to Church three times since I was 14—two weddings and one funeral. And that’s my religious history in a nutshell.
I spent many of my childhood summers camping, at the cabin, or otherwise outside, and often surrounded by trees. Nature, particularly the forests of Northern Saskatchewan, has always felt like home to me, and because of that, I have a deep respect for nature and Mother Earth.
I vividly recall two events where I felt truly connected, without trying. The first, I was sitting with a good friend, discussing hard things—like you do at 1am when you’re 16—and a storm began, seemingly out of nowhere and across the river, at the exact moment my own tears began to fall. My friend was so in awe of the coincidence that he was inspired to write a poem that went on to win awards.
The second was three years later when I woke in the middle of the night with a horrible, constricted feeling in my chest and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get back to sleep. When I left for breakfast with a friend, I saw a huge old tree had fallen through the night. The further my friend drove from the house, the more the feeling in my chest lessened.
I’ve always loved the bins of tumbled stones in the museums my parents took us to during summer vacations. I could have spent hours in the gem and mineral shops in Banff had I not been dragged away by impatient family members.
As a reader, my shelves are packed full of magical stories of other worlds, faerie tales, fantasy, psychology, Taoism, and more. And recently, I was cleaning out my jewelry, I found a carved goddess pendant I bought years ago during a street fair.
When I look back at my life so far, there are many things leading me down this path, pulling me toward the Craft.
So where am I now?
I’ve been studying various parts of both Wicca and Witchcraft for a little more than six months now. I know that’s not a terribly long time compared to others, but with the experiences I’ve had so far, I feel compelled to share my journey in hopes that someone else might be helped along their own path.
I have more posts planned for the coming days, weeks, and months to further elaborate on my current path and the distinctions I make for myself within my path.
Love and light!