"There are no passengers on spaceship earth.
We are all crew."
Marshall McLuhan
In My Broom Closet
Hi there! Welcome to my broom closet. Here, let me move the vacuum and slide over the winter coats. Pull up a chair! Didn't think it was so roomy in here, did you? Well, one Witch's freedom is another one's closet. And so we sit here in mine, chatting. Now, while I am in the closet, please notice the stained glass window, people cannot see me directly but know something about me is not "right", and the megaphone, people can "hear" me but not know who I am. The web is fair game, and here next to you is the keyboard. I take it out of the closet every now and then and actually put my real name on whatever editorial I am having published. I don't know why, but I guess I really like being called an Atheist, Satanist and whatnot. Thank Goddess my address isn't ever posted or my house would probably be in flames. And that is without my admitting my Pagan origins!
So, here I am...puttering along...reading my books and checking the web. It's safe here and cozy. Some days I rebel against this soothing safeness, you can hear the coathangers rattling, but I inevitably settle down again and let the fires simmer. I want to be out of the closet. I really do. But I am not ready to handle what responsiblilty comes with it. My life right now is stressful enough without adding the small minded to it. It's hard to feel like enlightening someone when creditors are calling all the time, y'know? So, I sit here in the cool confines of my elected prison and dream happy Pagan dreams. I want a Goddess statue in the yard. I want a Goddess art work on my walls. I want a Green Man in my garden. I want to remember which stupid candle color goes with whatever my question is at the time. Simple stuff. Calming. So damn aggravating. I don't have anyone to talk to!
I am one of those lucky people who suffer from chronic clinical depression. Whoopie! I highly recommend Celexia, it was amazing! Anyway, I know that keeping my religon secret does contribute towards my depression. I also know I am under strong family restrictions to not "come out" to other family and even friends. My daughter knows, and she knows to KEEP SILENT. I get so mad. But then again, I have the only income in my family. I'm not stupid. I work at an "At Will" company. They can fire my witchy butt as soon as I say Samhain, and since I am rather fond of eating I guess I will just make do. To all those out of the Broom Closet: I salute you. Even if you are making a mess out of it. At least you can make a mess out of it.
So, I will sit here in my closet. If you hear rattling going on, it was probably about George W Bush. That man might be the one to make me kick my closet door wide open. We'll see.
To flip through the pages of my BOS faster...
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Brightest of Blessings