Here’s my first post, written while waiting for the glue to dry on what might become my first Book of Shadows since the one I tried to create in my teen years (which I now deeply regret throwing out). And when I say it might become a Book of Shadows, it means that I might muck about with it for a while until eventually abandoning it in a state of near-completion. I lack focus, which is why I always wanted to open a shop called the Lazy Pagan—more on reasoning behind that later. Stores take capital though, so I’m writing this blog instead.

I’ve vaguely identified as pagan since my aforementioned teen years. Magical Herbalism by Scott Cunningham was the first book to introduce me to this path, and many more followed. But my feet have never been firmly planted on said path. Being a solitary always seemed like a lot of work, and seeking out a coven was way too far out of my comfort zone. I’m not a natural joiner.

As I approach 40, with my life in flux, it seems like I’m on the precipice of a big change. (Not THE change, though I know that’s coming, too.) It just seems like anything could happen and there’s this giant swath of adulthood ahead of me. And suddenly my meandering, dilettantish ways aren’t cutting it anymore. It’s feels to me like a second teen years; the future’s a mystery, there’s a lot of stress and pressure, but a lot of possibility also. Is it like this for everyone as their thirties draw to an end? Maybe. Or it could just be me. Either way, it seems like a good time to start and nail down who I really want to be. To cut out the things that are weighing me down and spend my energy on things that make me happy and fulfilled.

With that in mind, I’m starting the blog I’ve been talking about for years. (Of course, it was going to be a store. Or a magazine. Times change). Right now, the plan is reboot my spiritual path. And use up some of these craft supplies I’ve been hoarding.