There have been people in my life that have asked me the question “How dare you call yourself a Vitki? You read a few books and call yourself a Vitki”. My answer to them is always the same. I call myself a Vitki because I do what a Vitki does.
My introduction to the term Vitki came first from Thorsson. He told me through his writings that anyone who practiced and studied the runes was a Vitki. A Norse sorcerer. At least that was my understanding of his words. So I studied the runes and therefore called myself a Vitki. But it all started much earlier for me. It was just a term that I found useful to explain what I was and what I did and who I was.
I was born and raised in farm country. My grandparents owned a farm. My father worked the land. And I as an extension was raised to be the one to take over the land one day. Many contended hours of my early years were spent on piles of dirt. Bugs were my friends. I grew to appreciate the changing of the seasons. I was intune with the cycle of planting growing and harvesting the crops. My dad used to tell me of one of his favorite memories growing up was going out to the fields in spring and laying down in the dirt to listen to the corn grow. These are the people who shaped my early years. People whose goal was to leave the land better than they had found it. An admirable goal to be sure.
I was in touch with the land wights if our area. Although I called them “gnomes”. I didn’t have the proper vocabulary to explain what I was experiencing. But experience it I did.
Then came the teen years. A rough time in anyone’s life. But especially for me. I was gay in a very rural area in the late 1970s. And I was never in the closet. Being gay was just a part of who I was. It never dawned on me to try to hide it.
Being gay meant I was acutely aware of my feminine side I learned to trust my intuition. I learned not to be ashamed of those aspects of self that the world around me said were bad and sinful. I learned to be different than others. Very different. It was this sense of being an other that colored my life. I became comfortable being who and what I was though those around me condemned it.
So I entered my 20s with a thick skin and the firm conviction that I was right in my sense of otherness. All the lessons of my life up till then had prepared me for a life different from those around me.
My next post I will continue this tale of why I call myself a Vitki. Till then…