It took me a long time to really articulate that I was raised pagan. I used to see the start of my pagan journey at the witch shop, after karate class, looking for books on hexes so I could deal with the bullies who’d followed me to the class I’d wanted to take to protect myself from them. I picked up a book called The Crone’s Book of Words by Valerie Worth, and from that point onward, I was a witch.
But really, it began earlier. It began with my aunt taking me to Goddess Movement gatherings, teaching me to cleanse auras, to read oracle cards, to burn sage to purify the air. Teaching me I was sacred, as I was, no changes needed. Teaching me to find the goddess in every moment I could.