So story time! Different from usual, but I feel like it's necessary.
At some point, whether you're a witch or not, you'll gain this sense of others around you and whether you mesh well with them or not. Whether you share the same beliefs or just can get along with them.
I ran into a lady at the grocery store while I was still pregnant. I had my black dress on with my purple pentagram. My hair was a mess, I was days passed my due date, and my husband was trying to help me get some juice.
I looked up as we were walking, just looking at the baby food (because I plan waaaay too far ahead), and this woman was walking with her family. Long pretty dress and hair. Older than me, maybe in her fourties.
When we passed in the aisle, she leaned over to me, smiled, and said “Hello, my magical sister” and kept walking.
I was so shocked all I could do was smile and nod.
It was the first time someone had ever acknowledged that they knew who I was without actually knowing me in such a polite way. I wish I had said something to her that day. Because that moment made me realize how much of a witch I am, even when the rest of the world doesn’t see it. It made me feel amazing in my frumpy, uncomfortableness. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
I feel like life is full of little moments like that. When we meet someone for five seconds and they can have such an impact on us.
For my grandmother, it was a Jehovah's Witness that came to her door when she was in her early twenties.
For my husband, I feel like it was his best friend; they've known each other since middle school.
I could even say meeting my husband had that effect on me, even though at the time I didn't know it.
Think about the people you've met today. Even those that are small that stand out in your mind. Sometimes they can shape us more than those who've been around us for years. And, sometimes, they can even tell more about us than those we love.