After we ran from our former religion, that kept women silent and their spiritual gifts tied up in a white jacket, I was eager to learn more about my gifts and be authentic to my true self. It wasn’t easy at first, but the more I was honest with myself the easier it became to be genuine with others. In that previous community, labels were how we sized people up. We could tell how good a religious person you were based on the clothes you wore, how you fixed your hair, how dark your makeup was, or what you did with your time on a Sunday morning. Just so you know, attending church wasn’t “good enough”.
For those who didn’t dive deep into church life, we viewed you as outsiders. Oh yes, we were eager to recruit you so you could feel included and so we could actually hang out with you. After all, hanging out with friends who weren’t devoted to the church was a slippery slope with the devil waiting for all of us down below. For all of these reasons, and many more, the idea of ‘living out loud’ would be downright frightening. It took me many years to be free from those fears. I had to stop worrying about the labels people would place on me. Eventually, it became a compliment if church folk called us heretics or worse yet, infidels.
As my daughters and I made our way through magical practice we began seeing the same issues arise in non-church communities. Even though they had also left the religious world, that idea of labels and judgment stuck like Gorilla glue.
- Are you a Universalist?
- Are you a witch?
- Are you Wiccan?
- Are you pagan?
- What are you?!?
Oh sometimes I just like to keep people guessing. But now I shall live out loud!
I wondered what I would say to myself if I could go back in time. What kind of advice would I share with younger Lisa. In the video below I opened up about what I would have to say. What would you say to your younger self?
There’s no greater time than today to live out loud and be true to yourself. Do you shy away from labels? Afraid of what others might think? Do you fear coming out of the broom closet? You’re not alone.