I grew up with a large Irish influence and learned early in life about superstitions and traditions along with the importance of each. It was imperative to adhere to these long-standing traditions and sacred customs lest bad luck fall upon the poor soul who dared to break from them.
When moving into a new home it was mandatory to introduce salt, bread, holy water, and a new broom into the dwelling before any other items could be moved in or put in place. I have never questioned this custom, despite my penchant for moving often and purchasing what seemed to be an endless supply of these items.
I have one broom outside each of the three entrances to my home. These portals not only provide me with a place to store my new brooms, but their location also gives me easy access to a tool needed to sweep away what is not wanted, be it evil or not.
There are some people who, because of that, and well, maybe also just a few other things, believe me to be a witch. In reality I am not a witch nor do I practice Wicca. I do, however subscribe to the religion of olde, have symbolic items of earth-based practices about my house and yard, and display a cadre of lit candles at most times.
Upon arriving at work one day, I came upon a sight that I thought would be of interest to those who know me and tease me about my unorthodox ways. I pray that I am always able to stand in my own beliefs and allow my friends and family to poke fun at them while loving me for having them. Life is too short to be too serious about too many things that matter too little.
So Mote it Be!