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Soul Song
A journey to an authentic life.
I clearly remember the first time I felt ‘wrong’.
I was small, five or six years old, and was leafing through a volume of our encyclopedia set. It must have been Volume B because I suddenly happened upon a page of beautiful birthstones.
Oh, how I wanted the beautiful deep blue sapphire to be my birthstone, but it was for September and I am October. I consoled myself with the fact that October is right after September and October’s opal was just as pretty. (Actually, I have since come to love opals above all of the other birthstones.)
I immediately assigned magical properties to all of the birthstones and began making ‘spells’ with them. I don’t exactly remember what I wanted them to do, it just felt natural to wave my hands over them and say whatever words that came into my head. I was so into it that I didn’t see my mother watching me.
I remember her asking what I was doing and I happily told her that I was a witch casting spells with the jewels. She seemed upset and told me to put the book away, God said that witches and spells were bad and that we didn’t play like that.
I did as I was told, but I was confused and felt ashamed. I didn’t understand why what I was doing was bad. It had been so much fun! I snuck back to that volume time and again…
