I grew up in a family that had a minimal religious affiliation. I learned the Lord’s Prayer by pausing my spiderman DVD and memorizing what Aunt May recited. I ended up tagging along with my grandparents on Sundays, partly for the breakfast we would share at kings afterward, and partly because I was fascinated by the notion of religion. I wanted to be a part of this thing that stole my friends away every Sunday morning after a sleepover. I wanted to be a part of this place that bred faith, a belief in a higher being, an appreciation for other humans as well as ourselves, taught of the old world’s failures & begged us to learn from them. It was also a place where people spoke of the afterlife with nonchalant certainty. I liked this kind of realism. I benefitted from believing that we all die, and will face judgment for the way that we lived & the selflessness we showed. It helped me learn to live and strive to be better. Even today, I cherish certain Christian values. I consider it a great blessing that I didn’t endure the fire and brimstone teachings that so many learn from a young age. This made it easier for me to embrace my path to intersectional faith.

I explained that this path had helped me to find clarity, self-respect and faith. It ratified that our earth is sacred, and we can harness energy in all of its creations & compounds. Being a life-long outdoorsman he could get behind this. But that didn’t fully set his mind at ease. I further explained that It wasn’t at all about blood sacrifices and hexing those who had wronged you. It was beautiful, and light, and empowering. Sometimes as simple as drinking tea or burning a candle. It taught me about consequences. “Ever mind the Rule of Three!” Which promises that whatever energy a person puts out into the world, be it positive or negative, will be returned to that person three times. I may not have had his full understanding, but I had his support. He admitted that long ago, unbeknownst to me, my own mother had dabbled in magik. I understood his reservations– In the 70’s this entailed overpaying for a love potion or having a classically bad experience with a ouiji board. He told me how he had burned her books and scolded her for the darkness she risked bringing about. He was right. To dabble is dangerous. I was covering my bases and learning from the ground up. I was, and am eternally thankful that at 83 he could still keep an open mind, and upon learning about the explicitly white magik I had taken an interest in, agreed to let me bring a book or two out on the boat when we set out on our early-morning expeditions.

I was a child of nature. Unlike some, my parents struggled to get me to come in from spending hours outdoors. I was captivated by herbs and flowers & would stash them in the dryer vent to dehydrate them out so I could hang pretty bundles in my room later on. I found my path to Earth Magic by the time I was 12, and It would seem fitting that as I grew, I traded in my harry potter books for Introduction to Wicca texts. I learned that magik was simply a practice that was founded on the idea that I was powerful, as an individual, but more importantly as a woman. I was a goddess. At that pivotal time in my life, I needed this affirmation to become someone I could love. A book by Thea Sabin not only taught me the foundations of the craft, but it also gave me chances early on to discover how to handle & break the stigma surrounding magik. I spent summers with my grandparents in a remote Lake-town, where reading and fishing were the only thing on the agenda for months. When I couldn’t peel myself away from a book on the Wiccan celebrations– A visibly concerned pappy was one of my first challenges.

That is the story of how I came to know, love, and practice Wicca. Like all things, when you love something, you want to protect it. Shield it from the hate, the misunderstanding, and all of the awful things people will say about it. This allowed me the opportunity to realize how I had initially viewed witches, as a costume, an insult, or something like a demon.

One of the most damaging things to the craft is the depiction of Magik in pop culture. What I had grown up seeing on TV and in Movies was painfully, and flagrantly incorrect. Granted, I still love a good on-screen witch. Without them, I don’t know if I ever would have known about or embraced my path. In modern times we have gotten better at accurately showcasing the incredible capability of the modern witch– but we have a long way to go. Below is a lineup of my favorite TV & Movie depictions of witches. Some for their homes, others for their covens, some just for their outfits. Very few of these examples made the list for their accurate spellwork or messages of never using magik for harm. For more on the real magik of a modern witch– Stay tuned on the site, as I’ll be sharing even more of what that looks like in my life. For years I’ve backtracked on my beliefs to help others feel more comfortable with my spiritually, but life is entirely too short for that.

Alexandra, Jane & Sukie of The Witches of Eastwick.

Aunt Jet, Aunt Francis & the Owens  Sisters of Practical Magic

The  Sanderson  Sisters of Hocus  Pocus

The Spellman Family of Sabrina The Teenage  Witch

Lamia & The Lillim Coven of  Stardust

Katrina Van Tassel and Lady Crane of Sleepy Hollow