Wandering, living, awareness, life. So many tools I have lifted, practiced, put down, left them. To gather dust, cobwebs, deteriorate while I picked up yet. Another one, lifted, practiced, put it down and once again. Put it down to gather dust. Till a moment arose, that I remembered all those other tools and. Gathered them into One Basket, tools for weaving, tools for carving,. Tools for breaking apart, and tools for putting together. And smaller rise up to berate me and make me weep d.

The adventures of an eclectic Celtic pagan. In my dream I literally screamed and raged and did everything I could to not let it happen. I woke up with a pounding heart and a pounding heart. So I amended it and added courage.

Follow me on my Pagan journey. Welcome to my Altar-Net Path! My intent is to use this blog as a sort of Book of Shadows, writing about my experiences as I journey down my own Pagan road. This is where I hope to journal about my rituals and spells, my Sabbats and esbats, and hopefully find some like-minded folks who would be interested in sharing their own experiences and advice with me. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again! Posted in About -mya-. I am thankful for my family.

Sharing all of my witchy secrets of cooking, magick, and spell casting! I recently came out of the Broom Closet to my parents, and was blessed with their support! I can now practice my magick freely and without fear! Goddess, I am so blessed with my family.