The foundation of my personal spiritual practice is not something that I do every day (except for a week or two for very specific reasons). It is something that I did not begin practicing until I was 28 years old, when I read my first book about the path I am now walking.
The Celtic Shaman by John Mathews was a book that I found in a “normal” bookstore in town while attending a very conservative Christian University. I had moved to South Carolina and was living in a camper off campus in an attempt to complete my degree at the University my parents had sent me to when I left the College in Indiana. It was a very intense four months of self-discovery and a very painful time of darkness. In that book I first read the names of my Gods. I first learned that there were stories and poems about the Gods of my Ancestors. And through that book I experienced my first Journey into the Otherworlds. That book changed my life forever. That Journey and every Journey since saved my life.
For years I had no other practice but journey and building relationships, I did not even write for almost 14 years except for a rare poem or two. And those Journeys eventually led me to my beloved Coven and Community. My Patroness has led me through the Journey and I have met many who guide and strengthen me.
If I lost all else, I would still have my relationships with my Gods, my Ancestors and my Allies, I would still have joy in my heart and the sustaining practice of the journey.
I give thanks for all of those with Whom I have relationship and for the new Allies I meet as I continue my journey on this path. Blessed am I on this path.