When I began writing this post, it was with the intention of linking it to the Which Witch Blog Hop, but I soon realized that I’d never really told the story of how I found my path here and this post didn’t really address the topic of the hop, so it became a prelude to my blog hop post…
My name is Crystal and I’m a Hestia-following Kitchen Witch.
For those who are unsure what that means, let me explain.
I was going through a hard time in my life. My marriage had turned into a nightmare and we were divorcing. My ex-husband and his family were taking my only child and to say I was suffering a crisis of faith was an understatement.
I’d always known I was different. I’d never felt comfortable in main-stream religion. I’d always felt that I didn’t belong. I had an almost unnatural relationship with animals and nature. I sometimes saw, and often heard, spirits. Strange things seemed to follow me everywhere I went and I was shunned by my peers and adults alike.
In spite of all of that, I’d always been intensely spiritual, constantly seeking a connection with the Divine. Unlike the others in my life, I felt that connection most strongly when I was outside, not in Church.
After my marriage fell apart, I had a chance meeting with an old friend from high school. Her and her then-husband spent a lot of time listening to my drunken rambles about loss of faith and martial nightmares.
Eventually, she handed me a book I’d never seen before. The book was Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham. I was 20.
I’d never heard of Wicca. I’d never heard of paganism. I’d grown up in the Bible Belt of the south and it was 1995 (for those doing the math, I’ll be 40 on my next birthday).
I read that book cover to cover, then read it again. I knew before I finished it the first time that it was like something inside me stood up and applauded. It made sense in a way nothing else ever had. It didn’t take me long to begin identifying myself as a Wiccan.
I performed a self-dedication ritual and committed myself to my path and to the God and Goddess. I also began searching for others like me.
I don’t know what life was like for other Pagans, in other places, in the 90’s, but in the South, it was practically unheard of. If there were Covens, I couldn’t find them.
I resolved that alone or not, this was my path and I intended to heed the call of my heart.
In the years that followed, I found others here and there. Other solitaires that thought they were the only ones, too. We celebrated Sabbats together and I began to teach our children the path. I suppose in some ways, we were like a Coven, but there was no real structure, rarely did we practice together, it was just companionship for the most part.
The Wheel has turned many times since then. I’ve read many books by many authors. I’ve found more Pagans since then, especially since the internet has exploded.
I read a book back in the late 90’s on Magickal housekeeping and it resonated with me. I’ve never been one for involved and detailed rituals except for special occasions and that book helped me understand that for some, complex rituals aren’t necessary.
For some, like me, Magick and ritual are performed in everyday life without a bunch of bells and whistles being necessary.
My home is my temple and my kitchen is the heart of my home. The Greek Goddess, Hestia, and her brother Zeus, rule both with an occasional appearance from the Fey.
Loki, who is my husband’s patron God and a host of dragons, who are my husband’s totem spirits round out the mix.
I find that for me, elaborate rituals are unnecessary. I live Magick in everything I do from making dinner to sweeping the floor.
When I do find a need for a little something extra, I turn to my very simplistic use of candles, oils, herbs, incense and the moon. That’s pretty much it.
So, now you know how I became a Kitchen Witch and what it is I do in my practice.
Next week, I will be posting my response for the Which Witch Blog Hop which will give my answer to what makes a Witch, a Witch.