I am a Witch.
And wow, how powerful that statement feels, deep in my breast. It feels right and true and good. It feels powerful and blessing-filled.
Today, I was scrolling through Facebook and there was a photo that struck me quite incredibly – the background was the universe, and on the foreground, it said: “Not only are we in the Universe, the Universe is in us. I don’t know of any deeper spiritual feeling than what that brings upon me.” -Neil Degrasse Tyson
How much truth is there in that? When I am feeling the self-hate going, or when I find myself feeling hateful of someone else, all I have to do to feel the power and compassion of Spirit once more is by remembering: I am a spiritual being. They are a spiritual being. I am the Divine, and the Divine is me. The Goddess within me recognizes the Goddess within you.
I am a Witch, and I am a spiritual being. Powerful stuff, yo.
But somehow, simply saying “I am a Witch” doesn’t feel enough. Remembering that I am a spiritual being doesn’t always help, either. Each and every time, it comes down to one simple thing: I must turn belief in to action. I must not only be a Witch, but practice witchcraft. I cannot simply be a spiritual being, but connect with and channel the Spirit in me each day. Feeling powerful and blessing-filled is not enough – I must be powerful and blessing-filled.
Spirituality is not a noun, or an adjective, stagnant and a simply description. Spirituality is a verb – an action. A movement, a flow. A spark of flame that grows with each passing moment, until it is a raging fire which lifts our souls up into the skies. I must live and breathe and dance to the Spirit within me.
For too long, I remained stagnant in my practice. Forgetting the action within the verb, I lost touch with the spiritual being within me, and struggled to connect with it – I forgot all that being a Witch means. I forgot that, as with every art, I must practice.
I thank the Goddess I was able to remember. That I was capable of reconnecting to the spiritual being within me, and reconciling my struggle with witchcraft and with the concepts of light and of dark. I stood in front of my new altar, and I breathed deep, and I declared once more that I am a Witch – and with that declaration, my practice was renewed.
I have made a new resolution – not for the New Year, but for the New Life that stands before me. Spirituality will no longer be a noun or an adjective for me – it will be a verb, in every meaning of the word. And that New Life started when I chose once more to walk the path of Witchcraft. I strive to practice every day.
In the mornings, I meditate and do my card readings for the day. I circle each week, alone and with a like-minded individual(s). I have not been doing spells yet, but I plan to renew that practice as well. As long as I am in my Alaskan town, I will be attending reiki and sound healing circles at a local center. When I move to Maui (that’s right! I said it! Heehee!). I will find a center that does the same practices, and do it there as well. I want to connect further with my practice through art and through crafts, and through sharing that magick with the rest of the world in whatever forms I can find. Most of all, I want to find like-minded individuals in my new home and form a group with them, if there is not already one in existence.
I want my spirituality to once more be an inexplicable and tangible part of my existence, not separate from the rest of my life at all. I envision a life as the succulent wild woman I know I am, deep inside my spiritual self.
This vision fills my body with electricity, with excitement, with knowing.
I am a Witch, and my spirituality is a verb.