Old roads lead home

I was raised pretty strictly in the Anglican tradition… at least when I was with my mother. That structure, those rituals, the weight of it all it lives in my body in ways I’m still learning how to name.

Over this past year, I’ve been moving through my own layers of religious trauma and noticing how deeply it has shaped both my life and my work.

Eight years ago, after my mother passed, I came fully out of the broom closet and devoted myself to my practice and to Hekate. I’ve walked the underworld, I’ve sat in the shadows, I’ve learned how to meet myself in the depths.

And this year, something unexpected called me back.

Not back to the Church but back to a practice my body remembers. I felt a clear, inner knowing that I needed to observe Lent. Not as a return to what once was, but as a conscious, embodied choice.

And I’m glad I listened.

This hasn’t been about abandoning my path as a Witch. I remain rooted in my own practice, in my relationship with Hekate, in the way I move through the unseen.

But it has been about honoring the parts of me that still carry the imprint of where I came from. About meeting that inheritance with awareness instead of rejection.

And what I’ve found is this: I don’t have to choose between parts of myself. I can integrate them. I can listen. I can discern. I can reclaim.

So if you’re feeling the pull too…

If there are parts of you that have been cast out, silenced, or left behind maybe this is your invitation to bring them back to the table.

Not to return to something that diminishes you. But to sit in your fullness. To honor the complexity of who you are becoming.

To let yourself be seen as whole.

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