Holidays with the family

****Note from author: I accidentally deleted this post. Reposting because it is worth the read.

I was raised Episcopalian most of my life. Some of my earliest memories are in the church my dad and I would attend every Sunday. I remember when he stopped taking us to church when I was 7. It was not long after my brother passed away. By the time I was 13 I had begun my journey on the path of witchcraft. It wasn’t until I was 19 that I knew what I believed was called.

My dad was raised Catholic but converted to be with my mom. Most of my dads siblings and my cousins are Catholic so holidays with them are interesting with me being a Witch. it’s only been the last ten years or so that my family has learned of my path. Most don’t care, some won’t acknowledge it and others have told me I need to let God back into my life.

I remember when my grandfather found out about my path. He told me the he didn’t care what I believed as long as I believed in something. Best advice he gave all of his grandkids. I’ve had an aunt and uncle find out about my beliefs while in a church for a church dinner. I thought the ground was going to open up and swallow me. Thankfully the conversation moved on quickly after that.

With all of this being said, holidays can be very interesting with my family. With them celebrating Easter and Christmas and me celebrating Yule and Ostara- they don’t always line up. I use these holidays more to visit family rather then celebrate. Most of them go to mass for the holiday services then we all meet up for dinner at a restaurant. It does get rough sometimes when they try to tell me that I need to go to church and stuff. Or they tell me that I’m not a Witch because it’s not real or I’m looking for attention.


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