During a dark period in my childhood, he emerged. All subtle strength and barely contained power. He stood watch over me. Though he couldn’t always guard my body, he armored my spirit and set fire to my mind. He was the first spirit to remind me that there was a vast and beautiful world beyond my tiny perspective.
Magic erupted into my life when I was between the ages of 9 and 11 but, the guardian spirit that came to me during that time transformed my young knowledge of magic into a young understanding of it. He was the universe smiling at me from the edge of all things. He was the tooth and claw that helped me wrestle my way out of the deepest dark that took root in my bones when I was about 16.
And when I was too tired and hurt to fight for myself, he carried me.