Me

I am an hereditary witch from Lancashire, close to the slopes of the famous Pendle Hill. Its really something I dont talk of too much, not being a convert from Christianity or any other religion. Its something that I grew up with, was born into, so its natural to me. Unlike modern day wiccans I dont always celebrate the seasons by doing a special ceremony, I just note when the day arrives and go on regardless. By that I dont mean I ignore dates completely, I usually just note what the weather is like, what plants are growing, and natural things that I observe year to year. I cannot put myself into a modern day pagan category. Maybe I am a druid, but I dont think they do magic, maybe I am a wiccan, but their rules are too stringent. I could be a heathen because some of their deities are important to me,also a celtic pagan for the same reasons. Foremost in my mind is a sense of belonging to my roots and to my dwelling place, the ancient rocks that underlie these hills, the rivers and streams that course, the hills that tower and overlook me. In these places I find the spirit of kindredship, the genius locus, the goddess who I am a child of.