Changes

It’s been about thirteen years since I first headed down the path of paganism.

A lot has changed in that time.  Ironically, I discovered paganism in my first year at university studying science.  My undergraduate years were spent studying two disparate paths, and yet, at the time, neither of them seemed too different to each other.

Things change.

As I headed into postgraduate study, the two paths began to diverge.  My last year at university, I was also working in a crystal/new age store.  Eventually I read tarot and did animal guide readings there.  I was far more open then to everything, and all of it seemed natural and right.

Between that year and the next, the two paths didn’t even seem to be on the same plane of existence any more.  I went through a devastating relationship breakup, I lost the friendship of the friend I had discovered paganism with.  I dived into science instead.

After a while, the pagan path almost seemed like a dream.  Something stupid I had done when I was younger.  I even began to feel foolish about the readings I had done.  I felt like I had cheated those people out of something, given them false hope.  I felt like I had been a liar.

And yet, I didn’t get rid of any of my books.  My tarot decks stayed packed away, along with my ritual gear.  I could have thrown it all out, but I didn’t.

Because things change.

And you can’t deny what you are, no matter what.  Even if it takes your world falling apart and needing to be put back together a piece at a time.  The path will always find you.