I walk my path, seeking Truth in all times, in all places, and in all ways. Mine is a mystery religion. I have no texts that are sacred, except that which is written on my heart. I celebrate the cycles of the year, noting the passing of the seasons, the flow and ebb of time. I see the birth of new creatures and the death of old ones as the eternal cycle. I seek to be mindful of the cycles within my life; the cycles within cycles, ever changing and ever the same.
I celebrate my joy in life and my inter-connectedness with all things. I rejoice in the love of my Goddess and the gods. I participate in rituals that sing praises and make offerings to these gods because it pleases Them and it helps me. My religion is about merging with life, sensing the web of spirit that touches and is within all things, getting to know my gods, and coming to terms with the fact that everything dies, and that death is the end of a journey. Things may be born out of my essence, but my uniqueness, what makes me who I am ... that may be lost forever. I dance to feel this interconnectedness with life. I walk in nature to remind myself that I am one with Mother Earth and that everywhere is sacred. I look at the stars to remind myself that I am inspired and awed by the beauty of Father Sky. I tend Brighid’s flame to remind me that She found me first, and that I am Hers.