I want to talk to you today about privilege. The privilege to wear the symbol of your religion out in public without fear of hurtful ignorant words or worse. The privilege to practice your faith freely with out worry what your family may think or what may happen. The privilege to have your religious holidays nationally recognized.
I went to meet my girls for witchy time and on the drive back the thought of how lucky I am came back to my mind. I have read others post about how they had to come out of the broom closet or tell their disapproving family about their religious choices. I have talked to other witches that don’t feel safe in their own community because of the path they choose. I have talked to pagans who were harassed verbally and attacked physically.
I am so thankful I grew up in a different way. I live in a pretty open community. I wore a tank top out in public the other day with a Celtic pentacle on it and you know what. No one even looked or batted an eye lash. I came to this path young and my family was nothing other than sportive. My mom even took the opportunity to lean and now comes circle with us. When I came out out like opened my big fat mouth and told everyone I was a freshman in high school. Our school paper did a two page spread on me pictures included and I never had any backlash.
I am thankful and honored that I grew up and continue to live in such a place where I am free to be who I am.