Someone asked me once when I started practicing magic, and I think I was about 4 yrs old, playing pretend, making spells in rainwater that collected in our little red wagon. The deeper truth is I was called to magic and its practice as a young child. I was called again and again. I ignored her call, but she knelt silently beside me and waited patiently and lovingly for me to find her, to embrace her. There are many lifetimes of magic within me and I’ll spend what remains of this lifetime remembering her lessons, and sharing them with you. Stay with me, I have much to tell you.