Another detail of my life that I like to remain open about is my faith. I am a witch, though by my own definition. One of the most beautiful things about witchcraft, I think, is the freedom to define it for yourself. There is no single way to worship the world, life, the sun and moon. No one can tell you how to admire the vastness of the universe.
That has never stopped people from trying.
Some witches are sticklers for rules that they expect a chaotic universe to follow. Others are nihilistic, taking it to mean that nothing really matters. I, like most, lie somewhere in the middle. I have a place in the universe, and likely a reason for being here. Every living thing follows suit. But there are limits.
I will not protect an invasive species of wildlife in my own yard. A weed is sometimes just a weed, not a “volunteer.” Everything is a shade of grey, and if we are to believe there is good in the world, then there is evil, too.
I did not truly understand toxic positivity until I met “white” witches (Don’t get me started on that terminology!) preaching love and light. They are meddlers, interfering in others’ lives for what they believe is the better. But sometimes, the darkness needs to be left alone. Sometimes, the darkness is what holds it all together.
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Happy reading,
Sibyl