So yesterday I got up after blogging about the imagery of an ivy in my most recent dream, and got showered and dressed to go get some light groceries to cook brunch with, for the fam. As I am digging through the numerous tops in my closet, I ultimately said "Fuck It," and bent down to the bottom drawer in my dresser to pull out my favorite graphic T. It says "Good Witch." I put this shirt away after last Samhain (Halloween, to my muggle counterparts). I didn't feel comfortable wearing it after the holiday because I didn't want to get questions from people about why I was wearing a t-shirt that says what it says and it isn't the time of year for it. Since i am still not completely out of the proverbial broom closet with a lot of people I know, I just kept it tucked away, along with a major part of who I am...and that is a child of the Goddess & the God...a witch.
Witch.
To be honest, whenever I hear the word, I cringe a bit because I think of all of the stereotypes that are out there about being a witch, and the other various pagan belief systems. And, with the world the way it is now, being something that is different than what mainstream society deems as normal and appropriate. I mean, let's take a look at how all of Islam is being vilified, when it is only a select few extremest Muslims who are causing all of this havoc. If we look into the past we see how thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of people were tortured and murdered by the Catholic Church because they believed that all of witchcraft was evil. When there was only probably a select few who actually took what was a beautiful spirituality/religion and twisted it into something dark. (Even though that isn't the real reason why the witch hunts were started.) But, I digress.
I pulled the shirt, put it on and stood in front of the mirror loving how it looked on me (even though the stretch of it across my now larger boobs was something you would see in a pinup poster...LOL!). I felt empowered. I felt blessed. I felt...I felt like a kick ass witch! I threw on some comfortable well worn jeans, my hot pink flip flops, pulled my Carol Brodie, Evil Eye pendant out from inside my shirt, and headed out the door. Smile on my face and not caring what others thought.
As I walked into Whole Foods searching for my brunch sweet and savories, I noticed a few people giving me sideways glances, but I really didn't care. Yes it is Sunday (a holy day...a day of rest for Christians), but I did nothing to disrespect them or their beliefs. I just showed that I was proud and secure in mine. I think that is what matters the most. Being secure in who you are.
So, as I sat there on my couch, watching the hubby playing a video game, and munching on some plantain chips, I think about all of the pain and suffering I went through trying to hide who I was. And to that I just say, "No more...No more."
Love & Light everyone!
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