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Tis The Season (for us, anyway)
Well, the wheel of the year has turned yet again and we are full steam ahead for the silly season. Traditionally, in the muggle world, the last three months of the calendar are filled to the teeth with one party or another and outgoing activities. Traditionally, in a pagan world, the end of the year is about introspection and the darker aspects of our faith. This is after all, the time for harvesting of crops and storing away that which will nurture us during the winter. The question remains, “How do I celebrate my beliefs with my child but not miss out on the fun of the traditional world?” I say you don’t. Miss out on the fun, that is. Never let it be said that we don’t celebrate our religion.
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Looking into the flames I recalled a time sitting by the camp fire whilst my dad would add an extra log making the flames seem to lick the sky. To this day fires have drawn me with a spiritual yearning that makes me complete. Having recently learnt to make a cauldron fire, using a candle and some sticks, having helped make them on several occasions, I decided it was time to make one of my own and perform a little magic at the same time.
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I want to share something rather private with you. So far, only my husband, son, and two very close friends know this, but I thought I might share it with you, too.
I am a witch. Well, a witchlet growing into a witch. At any rate, I am wandering down that enticing path and trying to enjoy the journey, although it seems to be a long one in my case.
No green face, no bedhead except first thing in the morning, and striped stockings make my legs look fat(ter) than I like. On the other hand, when I bought my 9 inch cauldron not too long ago, with a whistful look my muggle husband inquired what would be cooking in it, having visions, no doubt, of Brunswick stew and chili.
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