maybe two. i finally admitted to being a witch to my husband. he had already kind of guessed (what with all of the witchery books i have collected), but i think it did us good to talk about it a little. i know he's not ecstatic about it, and he hopes it's just a fad ("it's what you believe in right now"), and i'm not sure it's not a fad. that's really not the point right now. i'm happy.
one of the meditations last night was about breaking out of an egg shell. and yeah, i think that's what this has felt like for years. being pushed against the sides, suffocating, beating the walls trying to break free. and the walls have been home, safety, conformity. i guess i'm just not cut out for conformity.
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