all the women in my life were witches

Everyone has their own kind of magic. I don’t mean like Harry Potter and wingardium leviosa. I mean like the kind of inner magic that other people can just feel. They can tell that there’s something really exceptional and amazing about you, but can’t always put it into words.

This isn’t charisma and it isn’t charm or beauty. It’s just…magic. It’s your inner energy and will, making itself known and establishing itself in, on, and around you.

My grandmother on my dad’s side had magic that made you feel comforted and loved and cared for. She ran a farmhouse full of kids, cooked for everyone, and kept things tidy. There were always fresh muffins or bread or lemonade in her kitchen. And she had a way of making you feel special, even if you were helping her do chores.

My grandmother on my mom’s side had magic that broke social barriers. She was a microbiologist in the 60s and 70s when women just didn’t do those things. She got her PhD and traveled the world. Grandma’s apartment was full of curiosities and information and science. She inspired you to learn things and never told you that your idea would never work or that you couldn’t be whatever it was you wanted to be that week. She inspired at least one little girl to be strong, passionately pursue her goals, and never care what others thought.

My mom’s magic was togetherness. She managed to bring the family together around the dinner table at the end of every single day. Even if we didn’t want to eat the canned spinach she put on our plate, we were still a family and we learned about each other’s days. We did things together and we learned the value of that contact and family connection.

Plenty of other women in my life had their own magics, as well.

And none of these women considered themselves witches. Indeed, my grandmothers would have panicked at being referred to as such, one being devoutly Catholic and the other a staunch atheist. My mom, tattooed and neon spiky hair in her 70s, would likely smile and embrace it, honestly.

But, to my point, magic is not always flash and spells. Its not a grimoire of incantations or a ritual practiced in secret. Its energy and how we use that energy with our will and intention. And some of us do so without even realizing it.

I have been a healer in one way or another all of my adult life. That is my magic. I have helped people stay physically fit, overcome physical barriers or limitations, and finally, as a clinician, heal from chronic diseases they had given up hope of finding answers.

I rarely take new patients these days, but I believe that its still my duty to contribute to the greater good and health of the people around me.

My own practice is kind of all over the place, really. I can’t call myself only one or two types of witch. I love herbs for their potent healing properties; I love energy concentration; I love divination; I love using my will to concentrate on bringing about the change I want to see; And so many more ways my craft has evolved.

So, here’s to the women in all our lives who were witches, even if they didn’t know it. And to their magic, be it emotional, physical, metaphysical, or any other kind.