Ocean spreads blue and wide, away from the white sandy beach. The white birds dip and skim along the water. Waves lap easily along the shore.
People are dotted along the beach – either playing in the water, laying out in the sun, or searching for seashells.
We gather sand dollars from the edge of the ocean and run up to place them in the shoes left behind at the top of the beach. Dozens of shoes and sandals are graced with our pixie presence.
I am three years old. My family is vacationing in the Florida Keys. I am free and alive and at one with the water, the sand, the universe. It is my first memory of expanding my awareness to touch and sense every part of my surroundings. I am a changeling child, a pixie, fey and shifting as the sand, serene and omnipotent as the water. The ocean waves are my heartbeat. The sand is my skin. The birds are my spirit – flying, landing and dancing through the wind.
My grandfather is the one who shows me the sand dollars and teaches me to put them in shoes. He has a mischievous heart an a twinkle in his eye. He encourages my power as it grows. I absorb his love and turn to absorb the laughter of fellow beach goers, the delight of small treasurers, the majesty of the ocean. They all feed my power.
I reflect my power back at them. It is an easy give and take. A clear, unobstructed flow of energy. I turn heads and shine my laughter into their hearts. I dance in the waves. I hide presents in shoes. I run with the birds.
This is my most potent early childhood memory from this lifetime. This is the day that I first feel powerful. This is the day that someone who loves me acknowledges my power, my magick, my oneness with the universe.
How do you know if you are a witch, an energy worker, a priest or priestess? These little moments, the moments that lie in your memory, they will tell you. Follow the breadcrumbs back into your childhood memories and you will find moments of clarity, moments when you first held your power. They remain in your mind to fuel your love of life, your love of magick, your love of the Great Work.
Never let go of that feeling.