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[raptureofthemoon]

This journal is a mix of public and friends only. All fanfiction, as well any general postings that I don't think are too personally identifying or intimate to share, will be public. This journal does contain an import of my original LiveJournal that I started in 2001, when I was 18. So don't look too hard at the older entries...there was a lot of late teen angst and likely some inordinately bitchy posts while I was figuring out who I was. But I'm not deleting it. Because it's my history.

Who am I?

A xennial. A taciturn, introverted word lover. I'm a writer (largely fandom but also original stuff) and instructional designer. I dabble in other artsy things (art journaling, gelli printing, mixed media). I drink too much coffee. I love a good witchy aesthetic (black lace, lots of greenery, random altars, beautiful tarot cards) and the feeling of ritual, but don't read me wrong: I'm an atheist and skeptic. I live with my husband and two cats.

I'm trying to slow down a bit. 

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[used_songs]

I've actually been thinking about this post this week as it really describes how I feel too with regard to witchy stuff. I love that stuff, but I just can't make myself believe in any of it. Sometimes I would really like to be a believer of some sort, but I've always been an atheist, ever since I was a kid, and I just can't give credence to any of it.

[raptureofthemoon]

Yeah, I have moments like that too. Both my parents grew up going to Christian churches, but they - thankfully - didn't subject me to that. I got the general Christian mythos in my household and from friends; I went Wiccan then pagan as a teenager; I called myself a witch for a while and then finally and fully embraced the atheism in my early 20s.

But there's a lot to be said for witchy things, especially ritual. Especially now. Structure and predictability are soothing. And who doesn't like greenery and fairy lights? (Which is part of my witchy decor.)