I grew up in a tiny town—really, more of a village—in western Nebraska. One of my earliest school memories is learning the Pledge of Allegiance, standing every morning with my hand on my heart, hoping I didn’t mess it up. As we got older, we took turns raising, lowering, and folding the flag that flew in front of our little school. It was an honor, especially in sixth grade, to be entrusted with such a responsibility. The flag, as we were taught, was a symbol of pride in our country.

“…..I’ve decided that what I’d like to contribute, are ways to spirituality and energetically protect yourself. I’m going to share some ways we, as witches, can align ourselves with some protection energy so that in all the mud slinging, we can stay clear of the energetic filth that comes with it."