Pagan Blog Prompts: Prompt: Your Beginning

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Prompt: Your Beginning

How did you come to be where you are today?

Did you always know you were Pagan/Wiccan/etc?

How did you get started on this journey?

6 responses:

Salem Witch Child said...: An older post of mine answers these questions.

http://salemwitchchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-your-witchy-background.html; November 10, 2011 6:58 PM
starkitty1962 said...: I've just began my journey but very hard to find out anything in my area abot Pagan/Wiccan. I am 49 and I always thought that I was very different then everyone.; November 12, 2011 3:02 PM
Buddhagan said...: @Starkitty1962 sounds simple, but did you try your local library? Check the website for your library's district. If your particular branch doesn't have something, you may be able to put it on hold and they will ship it to your branch. A book that help me immensely was wicca/witchcraft for dummies.; November 13, 2011 12:41 PM
AstraeaSapphire said...: I have a couple of past entries that answer these questions.

http://astraeasapphiresalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-did-i-get-here.html

AND

http://astraeasapphiresalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1-witchy-background.html; November 13, 2011 1:11 PM
Amanda Jillian said...: Here's my post

http://livingafaerietale.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-i-discovered-i-was-pagan.html; November 13, 2011 5:38 PM
Azra said...: I didn't always conider myself Pagan. That didn't come until I was in my twenties or so. When I was in my early teens, I started walking for hours everyday in the hills behind our house after school. Many times, the farm cats or dog would go too.

I remember how I felt more at home in the woods than I did in my own room. One of my favorite places was a little plateau about half way up the hill, where there was a spring where my grandfather had watered his mules when he had farmed the place and a pawpaw tree that had sprung up in a jumble of fallen rocks. It looked, to my eyes, like a faery mound. I remember going there and visiting with old friends - the rocks, trees, snakes, birds. I would even sing to them sometimes.

When I was eighteen or so, I read an article in a magazine about Wicca. I remember my sense of amazement and thinking, "Wow, I'm not alone!" I was off and running. :-); December 16, 2011 2:38 PM