A beginning

This is a new beginning.

Where it will take me, I don’t know.  What I will find on the path, I have no idea.  This is the journey, the path.  All I know is that my feet are on it, and the road stretches on into the unknown.

A brief background:  I was raised Christian, but never baptised and rarely went to church.  When I was eighteen, I discovered Wicca, mostly through books (Scott Cunningham was a big influence then).  A friend of mine at the time discovered Wicca with me, but she went on to join a large organisation and get heavily involved there.  I remained solitary.

I self-initiated after several years of study on my own.  Slowly, I moved away from rigid practice and into a more contemplative, loosely nature-based paganism.

For many years, I didn’t walk the path at all.  My career was in science, and I found that the two didn’t mesh well in me as I was at the time.  I grew lost, and for a time, I believed that I would never find the path again.

Life moves on, and I’ve found my feet on the path again.  This time, I don’t know where it leads.  If pressed, I would call myself an eclectic pagan.  My influences are largely Celtic, though I am beginning to feel a spirituality based in this country (Australia) as well, as well as a draw to learn more about shamanic paths.