Out Of The Broom Closet

And about time wouldn't you say? Friends have know for a while that I have started exploring a new belief system but I haven't totally outed myself. It's been over a year now since I gave up the idea of an all mighty god and started studying Wicca. OMG WICCA? ...WITCHCRAFT? ...WHERE DO YOU PARK YOUR BROOM?... ARE YOU CRAZY? I've heard it all. But you see, I'm not. For once in my life I have something tangible to hold onto that helps keep the crazy away. Just over a year ago I was consumed by depression. My life was totally black and the only thing that got me up everyday and kept me in this world was my kids. Not even the best medications could pull me from the darkness. And then I found Wicca. I have a friends that practice and it made me curious. So I bought a book and then another. I visited the occult bookstore in town and asked a hundred questions. I learned to meditate and I studied and before I knew it I had found some balance in my life.

This doesn't come without its challenges. My girls go to a catholic school (a choice that was made well before Wicca came into my life) and Jason's parents have a strong faith that doesn't mesh well with my Pagan ideas and rituals. My Mom is supportive and may even be a budding witch herself . She always tells me not to worry what everyone else thinks so I try not to. I don't make a point of hiding my growing library anymore. All of my books are out in the living room for everyone to see and for all members of my household to explore should they choose to do so. I'm not going to get into a long spiel about what it means to be Wiccan or what it is that I believe but I hope to blog about some of the myths that are out there in the future. And trust me, there are a lot!

Blessed Be,
~Jen~

Hello Again

I was surprised to see that I could still log on to this blog, it has been such a long time since I've visited it. Looking back I see how much I have changed since I posted my last entry. I though about starting over and creating something new and fresh but if I have learned anything in my season of growing it has been that you can't run from the past. I'm a runner. It took me along time to realize this about myself and a longer time to be able to own up to it. So I forced myself back here to continue on where I left off. Only now I'm a little different. I'm a little older and a little wiser. I'm not so focused on sharing what I want everyone to see anymore because truth be told the few people that actually take time to read what I write here are the people in my life that have seen me at my worst and know just how far down the hole I had to go to get here. And if you are new to my crazy life: welcome and thank-you for taking the time to read my rambles.

~Jen~