I’m almost embarrassed to share this, but it started as an excuse to call a guy I liked. I asked him if he had any books on the occult. I ended up with a couple of books on Wicca. They were by Scott Cunningham and y’all probably know exactly which ones I’m talking about.
I read the books and the information just clicked with me. Cunningham’s style appealed to me. I returned the books to their owner and didn’t really do anything else until college. It was there that I met my Sister, Maz. She was Wiccan, beautiful, mysterious, and cool. I replaced those books and reread bits and pieces to see if I had finally found what I had wanted.
(Before I met Maz, I was what I called “between religions”. I had read “Skinny Legs and All” for the umpteenth time, and the section that discussed religion as being an imperfect response to the Divine really resonated with me. )
(Writing things in parentheses makes me feel like Stephen King. Cool.)
It was what I wanted, so I did a self-dedication on Samhain, 1998.
1 comment:
Yay LOL You flatter me.....and you're way better than "Stephen King cool" Love you xx
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