I am a Crystal OR The Powerful Symbolism of Wearing a Safety Pin

I always wanted to go on a pilgrimage. In fact, I always thought I'd make a great nun. If, you know, there were Pagan nuns. My mom and I often talk about spiritual texts and philosophy. We've been having these talks almost every night this week, trying to make sense of the world where very little actually does. At one point, we started planning a move East, where we could live in a Buddhist temple and spend the rest of our lives meditating and playing those singing bowls.

But, we can't do that. For one, I have a Jack Russell Terrier who I don't imagine would be a good flyer. Also, many people (myself included) talked about moving during the election. A lot of people planned to go to Canada if things went red...personally, I wanted to move to Paris so I could still fulfill my dream of working at a Disney park. But, I'm not going to run.

In fact, everyone's tune changed after the election, despite all of that pre-election talk of moving abroad. Or at least, that's what I'm reading on my Twitter.

We're not running.

We're rising up.

We're standing. Standing up for our beliefs. Standing up for what's right. Standing up for justice and liberty for all.

When I was growing up, every August my mom and I would pack our Jeep full of sage sticks, bug spray, and our African drums and head to the Letchworth State Park in New York. There we'd meet up with our tradition for our annual Witchstock festival. The fire never went out, the drumming never stopped, we'd have lectures and rituals, and go hiking around the truly breathtaking waterfalls that ran through the park.

This went on for years. Years and years.

I knew that park like the back of my hand...better than the woods behind my own house! The moment my mom and I would step on that camp ground, we were like twin radio. Our walls were down, our psychic abilities were up, and the entire place sang with magic and wonder.

It was a safe place.

Sacred land.

Me and Christopher Penczak, my friend and mentor, on a hike
My mom and I at the drum circle
Tonight, when mom and I were talking about our desire to travel to sacred space, I thought of that camp ground. We haven't been for years, since before I went to college. But, just thinking of that open field, those glorious mountains, and those waterfalls made emotion...made true magic swell in my heart.

We made Letchworth into sacred space.

By years of traveling there...of cleansing the field, of drumming into the night, of creating magic and casting spells...that land became something more than just trees and earth. It was magic, itself.

It was our repetition. Our constant, annual devotion. The rituals we performed, the vibration we all carried, and the intentions we set as we stood in that grass year after year after year.

We can create our own sacred space.

The body is the temple that houses the witch.

We forget out own power. Our own personal ability to make change.

We don't need the drums or wands. We don't need herbs or statuary. My dear friend and mentor Dorothy Morrison once told me that the mind is the witch's greatest tool. We don't need any of the other stuff. That's just for show. It's just to help us focus because of our monkey mind. But, we are the real magic. Our intention, our energy is what makes magic happen.

I don't need a fancy crystal. I AM a crystal.

This past week, I have been seeing a lot of safety pins popping up on social media. People are pinning them on their shirts to show their support of minorities and any and all who are afraid of the new president elect and his campaign promises/nasty language.

I've seen a lot of love for this idea.

I've also seen a lot of people roll their eyes at it or say white people are embarrassing themselves by wearing these pins.

Personally, I think it's a beautiful idea. I think the safety pin has become a sort of talisman. It has the meaning that we give it. It's given the power we infuse it with, with our intentions. 

Of course, just wearing a safety pin isn't enough. You have to walk your talk...you have to stand up against oppressors, against bullies, even against the system. You have to be willing to get uncomfortable, to step out of your familiar happy place of blind privilege, and take a stand for the safety and rights of someone else.

The safety pin is a symbol, but we are the safe space. We are the sacred ground. We are the protectors, the light workers, the change makers. We are the warriors. The safety pin won't do anything except remind us of our job, our civic duty. 

I'll wear one.

I hope you will, too.

But, most importantly, I hope you realize that the safety pin is just a gesture. It's just an object. A thing. Things have the power we give them. But, the true power, the real magic, comes from you, the person, the witch.

Blessed be.

I'd love to hear what you think about the safety pin idea in the comments! Are you for or against the idea? Do you wear one? Let me know xoxo

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