Before, I was not a witch. But now I am one.

Several years ago, a friend gave me a beloved print from the amazing Vichcraft that seems to have its origins with Margaret Atwood and the tale of Half-Hanged Mary. It reads, "Before, I was not a witch. But now I am one." 

There's serendipity in that for me since Margaret Atwood is among my favorite authors, and Half-Hanged Mary Webster apparently provided inspiration for A Handmaid's Tale. The implication of this phrase is that the world pushes us to witchiness. I can relate--my first actual spellcraft as an adult was to participate in a binding spell aimed at the then-newish President. I say, as an adult, because I knew how to be a witch in my youth. 

It's something I'd like to relearn now, not because I feel pushed toward it, but because I feel pulled. My spirit is craving it.

People call me witchy all the time. It's a part of my persona. But I've always demurred, I'm not really a witch. 

But maybe I am. Maybe I always have been.

I got on a tear and ordered Big Blue. I added all the witchy apps and podcasts to my phone. I broke out my tarot cards--the Hudes Tarot. For my first act as a newly enthused witch, I drew a single card. I didn't form a clear question, but my intent was for guidance on this path. 

I read this as an invitation and a welcoming, especially with that magical pentagram front and center. What a good omen--I see overflowing abundance, positive vibes, reassurance, and comfort. I've recently been working toward going back to school for a more secure career, so this card is lovely to see with that in mind as well. It's the pentagram, though, that pulls my focus with its backdrop of vibrant red.

Welcome through the garden gate. I'll see you inside.