I remember the first time it occurred to me that, perhaps, I was a Witch. The word sat, hopeful and still, somewhere behind my brow as it took shape, a faint glimmer, a sparkle in the darkness, growing brighter as I gave it space and nurtured its ember with my own belief and curiosity — Witch.
It felt at once comforting and foreign, to acknowledge for the first time, what I was — who I was. On the road for the last three months, I have been leisurely making my way through Ursula K. Le Guin’s Wizard of Earthsea series. In this woven world of written word magic, to know the true name of a thing is the greatest power one can have. And I am finding in my own life, that to call oneself by one’s true name, is, perhaps, the greatest empowerment.
