Have you ever had a big bubble of doubt rise to the surface in your life and pop?
It's okay, Moon Baby. Me too.
Recently, I'd been in crisis with my witchiness.
Between harrowing world events, confrontation with serious illness and the overwhelming noise of online spaces...
Mixed in with many of my standby creative and spiritual practices drastically transforming or even falling away completely...
I feared all the magick in my life had been sucked down the drain for good.
Struggling to recognize myself in the confusing slurry around me,
a chill of lostness, doubt and foolishness crept it-
We could call this a Dark Night of The Soul.
I panicked. The question had to be asked:
Could I even call myself a witch?
The answer came in a sacred pen-to-notebook jam.
YES. Emphatically: YES.
A PERMISSION SLIP.
"You have permission to be a witch AND..."
A Permission Slip for You, Moon Baby:
You can be a witch and have a purse full of common sense.
You can be a witch with a paintbrush wand.
You can be a witch and subscribe to good science.
You can be a witch who reads tarot or not.
You can be a witch with or without gods.
You can be a witch and have a sense of humor.
You can be a witch who doesn't work with spirits. Or maybe you do.
You can be a witch and microwave pizza rolls for dinner.
You can be a witch and not have had a paranormal experience.
(Can't lie, that would be cool as hell if it happened... Any friendly ghost reading this, you know where to find me...)
You can be a witch and have a very sexy imagination. You can be a witch and participate in consensus in reality. You can be a witch and follow world events. You can be a witch and not keep tight tabs on all planetary doings if you don't want to. You can be a witch and a terrible plant mom. (HELLO.) You can be a witch and take meds. You can be a witch and not blame suffering on lousy vibes. You can be a witch and thoughtfully borrow from the past or forge a different path that reflects your reality... Or a spicy mix of both!
You can be an astrophysicist glamazon witch.
You can be a camouflaged pine-sap-blooded fungi witch.
You can be a poli-sci nerd glow-in-the-dark-witch.
You can be a medicine crafting urban gnome witch.
You can be a golden hearted veterinarian stripper witch.
You can be a clay-caked neo cabaret art witch.
You can be a mummy dusted dark wave DJ book witch.
You can be a rainbowmancing therapist mer-witch.
You can be a grave yard haunting poetry spitting witch.
You can be none at all.
Or all of them at once.
Any day of the week.
Any season of your life.
YOU get to decide, Moon Baby.
Write yourself a permission slip! What do you give yourself the power to do and be today?
Write as many permission slips as you need.
Write MOUNTAINS of permission slips.
Pen new permission slips as you learn, live and evolve you, enchanting creature, you!
I love all the things you have been
and are becoming, Moon Baby.
WITCH ON, Witch Boldly & BE WELL.