🌙 What Being a Witch Means to Me

Contrasting Perceptions: Unveiling the Reality Behind Stereotypes.

When people hear the word witch, their minds often jump to what we've been shown on screens—pointed hats, bubbling cauldrons, curses muttered under their breath. But that's not my reality.

I’m the kind of witch you might pass in the grocery store, on a walk in the park, or waiting in line at the post office. You wouldn’t know just by looking. There’s no flashing sign or dramatic cloak. My magic is quieter than that—but no less real.

To me, being a witch means living with intention.

It’s in the way I speak to my plants each morning as I water them.

The way I gently place a crystal in my pocket before leaving the house, choosing it based on what I need that day—rose quartz for softness, black tourmaline for grounding, citrine to call in joy. I don’t just use my crystals—I collaborate with them. They remind me to move through the world with awareness, protection, and love.

It’s in the way I stir my tea, clockwise with hope, counterclockwise with release.

The way I take a breath before I write, setting the intention that my words will land gently in the hearts of those who need them. Every post on this blog is its own little spell—a whisper of comfort, curiosity, and connection.

My witchcraft isn’t flashy or dramatic—but it is powerful.

Because it’s rooted in presence.

In paying attention.

In choosing to notice the magic that’s already here.

I don’t have all the answers. I’m still learning what it means to walk this path.

But I dream of using my craft to protect, to heal, to create. I want to make charms that bring comfort. Create rituals that soothe. Learn the language of the plants around me so I can gather them with gratitude and turn them into teas, salves, and spells.

Being a witch, for me, isn’t about power over—it’s about power with.

With nature. With spirit. With my ancestors. With myself.

It’s a path of remembering. Reclaiming. Returning to something I think I always knew deep down.

So no, I’m not the witch from the movie screen.

I’m the barefoot-in-the-backyard, herb-drying-in-the-kitchen, moon-gazing kind of witch.

Rooted. Gentle. Growing.

And chances are, if you feel drawn to these words—you might be a little witchy, too.

If you’re still trying to find your way, or your voice, or your rhythm—know this: you are not alone. This path is winding, soft, and sometimes slow… and that’s okay. You don’t have to have it all figured out to be on the path. You’re already on it.

I’d love to know:

🌿 What does being a witch mean to you?

🌿 Is there a part of your path you’re just beginning to explore?

🌿 Or are you simply curious and feeling the first stirrings of something ancient calling you?

Feel free to share in the comments—or just let these questions stir quietly in your heart. However you show up, you are welcome here.

Blessed Be,

Bobbi Ann

Crystals tucked close, words cast with care, ever becoming.