FIRST ENTRY

It's been years since I decided to write out my thoughts and lately my thoughts are running wild in my brain without any direction or meaning. To give them all some direction, I felt, I had to write.  But what? What to write about? We've all, at one time or another, kept a journal or a diary while we were growing up. Some of us kept the tradition going from our days in school through to our adult lives. Most of us though, we found it difficult to remember to write in everything that occurred to us on a daily basis and so left our journal entry writing skills in our young adult lives. I too am one of those adults.

If you're reading this, you can't tell, but I'm smiling to myself. Smiling at the incident that occurred not too long ago. We moved into our new house back in May of 2012, but still, we are going through boxes of stored, how can I put it? Well, they're not valuables because the truly valuable are already out of their boxes and sitting in our rooms. They're more like lost memories that we had forgotten all about and one of those lost memories was a journal I tried my absolute best to keep during my days in junior high, maybe a little earlier. One of the things that struck me was an entry I made about what I had predicted to become when I would grow up. Most of us say we want to be doctors, or scientists, or lawyers, or artists but not me. I wanted to be a witch when I grew up. Isn't it odd how life works. It was an innocent wish that I made as a child never knowing the repercussions of what I was fantasizing about, but it turned out to be true. I, without knowing, ended up becoming what I had always wanted. Well, maybe not completely yet. I still consider myself new to the craft and what little time I have, that is, when I'm not stressing over work, I end up spending in trying to give some attention to my novels or playing World of Warcraft. Yes, I am one of those few obsessed with Blizzard Entertainment's ever-popular role-playing game. I've started only now, a few days ago, rediscovering my love for the Wiccan faith again and furthering my knowledge.

Though, I've come to realize, even in the most mundane aspects of my life, my first love will always be this planet. This Earth that we all call home and, as witches, we revere and hold sacred. Nature and I share a love that is truly unconditional. It's also one-sided. I'm in love with the beauty of the hills, the flowers, the mountains, the tigers, the bears, the snakes, the walruses, the rats, the beetles, the spiders, the bees, the lakes and everything and anything that falls into the natural order that is life. Mother Nature could care less about me, yet I can't help but open my arms in love each and every time when I think about the Divine. Now you may be wondering if I'm referring to the concept of God. Not entirely. I feel, humanity, for the most part, has dwarfed God to be a male figure, but isn't that in itself limiting God. Whether, when you think of God you immediately have this vague idea of a male figure or when you think of Goddess you immediately have a vague female figure in mind. Is it not limiting the true power of the Divine? I don't consider Mother Nature, Mother Earth or the Divine to be different entities but the same entity. A force (if your a George Lucas fan) of energy that lives and breathes through all matter. Be it solid, liquid or gaseous. We are also matter and for the most part carbon-based lifeforms, but our spirit is not. What is our spirit? Well, I think I'll leave that for a different blog entry to explain the concept of spirit.

Getting back to my love for Mother Earth. Though it may be subdued due to the demands of my daily life's rituals (i.e. home --> work --> errands? --> home), it has never gone from my heart. Never gone from my spirit. Yet, isn't that the way everyone's lives are? Family and work take so much of our time and energy that we forget the beauty around us often. That old saying "Stop to smell the roses" is lost on most of us because we just don't have the time to stop and breathe. Breathe in the luscious, sweet smell of the air around us. Breathe in new life into our lungs and celebrate the fact that we are alive. That we are here and that now is our time.

There is a lot more I want to say and I think I'll try and keep this blog going for as long as I have thoughts to get out there and share. However, if you've ever kept a journal and were inspired at one point or an another to predict what you wanted to be when you grew up, drop me a reply on my blog. Let me know if what you had predicted for yourself when you were young was indeed something you ended up becoming in your adult life. I'm actually curious to find out how many more of us had this gift of perception at such a young age.