When I look back at my childhood I can see little things that prepared me for this path. My grandparents refused to talk about religion at all. Yet my grandma gave my mom a silver athame. I got it when my mom passed but lost it along the way. Things come and go in my life.
I have three kids my daughters learned magic at my knee, they were there for the wonderful incense smells and a couple of large fires.
I was lucky I'd cast circles around my incense burners so the fires flamed up instead of out. One however burnt a round hole in a shelf in a closet.
Anyway I've been a witch and daughter of Isis for over 20 years .
