One of the beautiful things about Wicca is how you can tailor it to fit you like a glove. It’s all about intent. It’s a connection to whatever you feel connected to, be it a deity, deities, or even nature. I feel the connection. It’s much more than spells and crystals. Those are the fun bits. Throwing herbs together, mixing rhymes with candles in the hopes that maybe fate will give you a break. Who doesn’t love fun? How many others can say they have genuine FUN with their religion? I get to cackle as I light incense. I sleep with crystals under my pillow and, most likely, have placebo effect good dreams that night.
But it’s more than the fun. My connection is that there is a Goddess out there who knows my story. She knows my thoughts and feelings when I’m too low for the full moon ritual. She knows I think of her everytime I see the moon. That when I spot it in the early morning sunshine, I light up and know I’m going to have a good day. At the Autumn Equinox, I ate apple pie and drank hot cider. It wasn’t a formal ritual, which I would have liked to have done, but it was special to me because I shared it with my husband. It’s all I had the energy for.
I dream of one day owning a she-shed and dedicating the space to my craft. I envision candles and incense in every corner with a giant pentagram painted on the floor. But that day is far in the future. For now, I can use dollar store candles and close my eyes. I picture Her holding me. Listening to my stories. I thank Her for the great times with my daughters, for having a husband with unwavering love for me, and for my support system of friends and family that have never let me down. She’s there with me through the highs and the lows and the knowledge of that gives me more strength than I can describe.
I am a mom to three beautiful little girls and wife to an amazing man.