Great Moments in (My) Witchy History, #2


Once upon a time, I was a damn good High Priestess.

I co-HPSed a small coven with my once-and-future BFF, and if I do say so myself, we were awesome (until we weren’t).  For a while, though, everything felt amazing – if you’ve seen The Craft, those early scenes of the girls in the woods summoning butterflies, that was us, though we were in our late 20s/early 30s, not teens.  For a couple of years I really felt like I’d found my spot – it was a heady, almost high way to live, immersed in magic and surrounded by kindred spirits.

Early in our group’s life cycle we attended a small festival – since my first days as a Pagan I had belonged to a private organization we called the Tribe, the sort of group that would attend the larger festivals together and create a safe home base out of their camp, sharing meals and keeping our own fire going so that anyone too drunk or overwhelmed to deal with Big Festival Life could have a place to feel secure.  Long after that incarnation of the group died out, the Tribe remained part of my extended Pagan family, and like most larger groups they held campouts on Beltaine and Samhain designed as a smaller and calmer invitation-only alternative to CMA and (now-defunct) PACT.

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Great Moments in (My) Witchy History #1


If you just go by the Nosce te Ipsum posts from earlier this year you might think my entire religious life has been one bummer after another.  Not true.  As a person with a negative bias (like most people, truth be told) I tend to let the fun, rewarding, and moving moments slide while clinging to the “Witch Done Me Wrong.”  That’s not to be critical of myself; years of quiet positive experiences don’t exactly shout louder than “possessed on couch during birthday party.”

Since it’s Halloween week, and I’m finding myself drawn back toward my Pagan roots (does it count as roots if it’s not what you were born into, but what you were born into was icky?) at least in a nostalgic capacity, I thought I’d share a story or two about the good or at least entertaining parts of Witch life.  I stayed with it for nearly two decades, after all – at least some of it had to be awesome!  (Frequently what was awesome was me.)

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