"Are you a full blown............Nah, you are not."
Yup, that is
the question. The answer...a slight smile and coy look.
A friend was reading my bumper sticker today. You know the one...
And then he looked at me and said, "Are you a full blown...." At this point I gave him that slight smile and coy look that says, "maybe, what do you think". Upon which he gave me a pat on the shoulder and said, "Nah, you're not."
I guess the question is, "a full blown" - what? Yes, the bumper sticker may indicate I am a full blown fan of the theater musical "Wicked", which I am. That particular adaptation of The Wizard of Oz confirmed my hunch that maybe the wicked witch is just misunderstood.
Or perhaps the sticker is a clue to my occasional "Don't mess with me" attitude. I am usually a mild mannered person, but once in a while I am looking for those flying monkeys to send after someone.
Or maybe, just maybe, the sticker is one of my hide-in-plain-sight things that indicate there is a part of me which stays in the broom closet to most people.
My friends, (Hi Don and Jan, if you are reading this) are great people and certainly open-minded. They wouldn't be offended nor especially appalled if I were to say "Yes" to what I think the question really was. But the pat on the shoulder and the "Nah, you're not" is also a pretty good indication that I am also not fitting into the stereotype of a practitioner of what we refer to as witchcraft. I don't wear the pointy hat, I don't have the clothing style that many think of as witchy, I don't go around with a big ol' pentacle hanging on my neck. Not that there is anything wrong with any of that, it just isn't me. I am a pretty normal mid-west farm gal. My daily outfit consists of blue jeans, or black denim if I am going 'dressy', and t-shirts. I wear a Raven necklace that was gifted to me by my bestest online friend. (Yes, there is a reason for that which is maybe a story another day). Before that I did have a dainty little necklace that was a pentacle hidden in hearts which I had worn for years until it broke and got lost. My bestest online friend told me a few days ago that she thinks I am going to be tumbling out of the broom closet before I know it. Perhaps, but I still doubt that. My own family doesn't know even though they walk past my craft room daily and see what others 'in the know' would see right off. I don't feel compelled to come bursting out of the broom closet and send people into a tailspin. However, I don't deny what I am to those who are perceptive enough to see what is before them and I know that they are not going to freak out. I often use the slight coy smile and say "sure" to
the question to those folks. Most of the time they think I am just playing even though I am telling the truth.
The first person that walked into my booth at the fall festival a couple weeks ago took one quick look at the items I had on display. This young lady looked at me knowingly and after a glance to see if there was anyone around she whispered to me,"I am a Pagan." I didn't hear her and asked her to repeat herself which she did. We talked briefly about not saying that too loudly here in the Bible belt. We had a nice visit, she purchased some of my witchy herbs and incense and went to her family's booth.
Later that day another older woman came into my booth and looked around. She said to me "Isn't it wonderful what God has given us in His creation to use to keep us healthy?" In the following brief discussion about the medicinal value of herbs she invoked the name of Jesus a couple of times.
Funny how people can look at the same things but get completely different things from what they see based on their own perspectives.