Solace in the Dark

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Witchcraft: What do you think of when you hear that word?

Perhaps you think of the malevolent fairy tale hags, or the love and light of a white witch, whatever connotations the word inspires in you, there can be no doubt that witchcraft means many different things to different people.

There are those who would call me a fantasist or deluded at worst, misled or gullible at best. There are those who look at me with a mocking glint in their eye, or a knowing smirk on their lips. To those people I say nothing. I have no need to explain myself to anyone, least of all to those whose eyes are wide shut, who go  through life believing only what their eyes can see, what their hands can touch and what their ears can hear, ignorant to the wonders of nature and magic. I feel sorry for those people. To be so mundane is a curse.

But even to those of us who practice, who follow their own crooked path, witchcraft can mean so many things. Some see it as a religion, others a spirituality, to others still a craft or practice. Perhaps you view witchcraft as a mixture of all of those things or none of them at all.

We all know the connection to others, to this world and the world beneath it, that witchcraft can give us. Often overlooked though, is the solace it offers when the stresses of life are too much.

To me, this is witchcraft’s greatest gift.

This week has been a tough one for me. There have been dark times before, and I’m sure there will be plenty more of those to come, but this week has drained me. I have felt truly and utterly useless at times. Lost.

Sometimes life is hard, and the many roles that we must take on are tiring, soul-destroying even, when you give your all and it’s never good enough. When others look to us to make the hard choices, or for guidance when we ourselves don’t have a clue, don’t know which way to turn, or are unsure of the outcome, it is so frustrating and tiring.

In these times, my witchcraft has been my crutch, my solace. It is where I can retreat into. I can hide in its dark embrace, if only for a while (because us witches are strong, we’re never down for long!). It reminds me of my place in the web that is life, reminds me that there is more to this life than stress and worry. It reminds me of my connection to nature, to the land. It gives me somewhere where I don’t have to worry about the expectations, wants and needs of others.

Mostly though, my witchcraft reminds me that I’m not hopeless or helpless, that I have the tools for transformation at hand, that my will is strong. It reminds me that I am a wild thing, that I am not normal, for none of us witches are. We could never be so boring.

My witchcraft gives me the strength to persevere. It gives me comfort. It offers me the solace that no one or nothing else can give.

Sometimes, it is only the solace we find in the darkest times that will suffice.

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My name is Emma Kathryn, my path a mixture of non-Wiccan Traditional British Witchcraft and Obeah, a blend that represents my heritage. A Devotee of Hekate, my witchcraft is what is needed when needed.

I live in the middle of England with my partner, two teenage sons and two crazy dogs.

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My name is Emma Kathryn, my path a mixture of non-Wiccan Traditional British Witchcraft and Obeah, a blend that represents my heritage. A Devotee of Hekate, my witchcraft is what is needed when needed.

I live in the middle of England with my partner, two teenage sons and two crazy dogs.

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