No, not in the Wicked Witch kind of way, regardless of the WW in my post title (in this case, it means Witchy Wednesday). I’m talking about neglecting Sabbats and Esbats, forgetting full moons and new moons, and disregarding deities and demigods in my everyday life.
I wasn’t always such a bad witch. In fact, there was a long stretch of time in the years B.C. (Before Children), that my pentacle was always polished, my cast iron cauldron was never rusty, and my Tarot cards were read more than my favorite book (no, I’m not going to name it – that wouldn’t be fair to all the others on my shelves… and end tables… and bureaus… but I digress). I was getting pretty adept at using stones and crystals in my spell work, and had just begun studying herbalism and kitchen witchery when life (and almost twenty years of undiagnosed deficiencies) happened.
As I’ve been working on the Maeve Sawyer series, and my brain fog began to recede, I’ve felt an urge – or better yet, a calling – to immerse myself again. I’m remembering to take a moment and mindfully stir dinner, infusing it with wishes for good health and nourishment for my family. I’ve stood at the edge of the woods barefoot, letting my spirit connect with Mother Earth. I’ve cried, “You cursed brat – look what you’ve done! I’m melting, melting! Oh, what a world, what a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness! Oooooooooooooooo,” when one of our daughters accidentally splashed me with dirty dish water. Okay, technically, it’s more like I shrieked, “I’m MELTING!” but I’d like to think the rest was implied. Yep, I’d say I’m definitely getting in touch with my inner witchiness.