During this week, I had a moment when I was drenched in gratitude for no other reason that being a witch. It was one of those rare instances when consciousness altered, and my heart was brimming with thankfulness for the path I’ve chosen to take in this life. It didn’t happen in ritual or at a sacred site but in the kitchen. I think I was slicing green beans at the time.
And yet, there are days, sometimes weeks, when I haven’t felt completely connected to my spiritual path. I don’t feel witchy enough.