A beloved friend invited me to come over this weekend and sit with her and her mother as her mother was slipping between the veils. I’ve loved and done magic with both of these women and so it was a special benison to be able to sit in the warm Autumn sun, and knit, and chat, and make tea, and be present for this moment at the Crossroads.
One of the things that I love about Witchcraft is that, for me, it’s a religion for everyday. It reminds me of the wonderful dialogue from Much Ado About Nothing:
Will you have me, lady?
No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days. Your Grace is too costly to wear every day. But I beseech your Grace pardon me. I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
Like the dialogue a bit before, my everyday religion “keeps me on the windy side of care.”
Many people only really need religion at major occasions: when someone is born, or gets married, or dies. And that’s OK; it’s good that religion is there to help people get through those milestones. But with my Sun in Pisces, religion is more to me than that, and Witchcraft is my religion for working days as well as for “high days, and holy days, and bonfire nights.” And some working days I just get up, commute, don the cloak, become Columbia’s priestess — an officer of the Courts, a Druidic law-speaker — and go home to pull weeds and meditate. And some days, I invoke Hecate, and am present while another Witch walks up to the Crossroads, screws her courage to the sticking point, and fingers the veils, testing for that sweet spot where she can slip betwixt and between.
And I like having one religion for both kinds of events.
When I was driving home, I was thinking how almost everyone who comes through such events says, in one form or another, “Tell the people you love that you love them. You won’t approach the Crossroads sad that you didn’t watch more tv or spend more time arguing on the internet. But I only am escaped alone to tell thee to spend more time doing what you love and being kind to people.”
And so I am going to do less of one and more of the other.
I won’t be gone long. You come, too.
Picture found here.