By day I am a teacher, but I’ve begun to realize I’m being called to more.
I’ve struggled with my path for the last year or so, while the other witches in my little circle seemed to be gravitating to a certain area or receiving signs towards their path, I felt behind. The gods and spirits were talking to me, I used sage and trance and mandrake to speak with them, but I wasn’t listening. It took some point blank tough love for me to realize what I knew all along: teach. Simple, yes?
No. When a goddess pushes you down a twisted path and whispers, the word “teach” takes on a different meaning.
Teacher is not my profession, it is my being.