Hi, I’m Lynn
And this is Karma
I’ve always known THAT magick Is real.
As a child, I played with the fae in my secret space within the clump of lilacs, I established relationships with trees and I knew who was calling before answering the phone.
In my maiden years I discovered witchcraft and dabbled in the black-candles-cemeteries-at-midnight-on-a-full-moon magick with a girlfriend who attended the same Catholic high school. One night we conjured something we didn’t know how to banish and I realized I didn’t know enough to be safe.
I began exploring a long list of practices including Zen, astrology, Native Americans, color therapy, Celtic, tarot, Shamanic, gems, and, as I moved into my mother years, Buddhism, the Kabbalah and Reiki.
The first man I dated after my divorce was a witch – a detail he failed to mention in his Match.com profile. We dated long enough for him to introduce me to the Craft – this time by way of the Goddess and the knowledge that everything is sacred.
I read everything I could find and asked all kinds of questions. We did rituals together and it felt like I had come home to myself. Joy came with responsibility that came with knowing everything was connected, and that words have power.
After four years of solitary practice, I joined a newly forming Dianic coven. As I continued to meet more members of my tribe and join other groups, I came to appreciate the collective power we could raise.
Five years ago, I began writing for the e-zine, Pagan Pages.
When accepting the mantle of crone, I pledged to serve and teach. This is what I do from my skoolie – a 30-year-old school bus converted into a tiny house on wheels. Magick belongs to everyone, not just witches, and I look forward to experiencing and sharing it as I travel around the country.
