Celtic Moon

The Journey

Often the thoughts that flow into my mind are those of wonder.  Wondering about how and why things occur as well as how they all connect and relate to me.  A curious one I am but that has been a trait of mine since I was young.  It was this inquisitive mind that gave me the nickname of nuisance when I was young.  It was a name I proudly bore until I realized its definition.  Through various questions to those around me or even complete strangers to reading all I could get my hands on about anything that seemed to excite me at the moment, I learned quickly that the world is made up of several  perspectives. It then became my quest to figure out which view was right.  This task turned out to not be as simple as I had first thought it would be.

My search led me to a spiritual path as I grew.  Growing up in the bible belt I did not blindly accept all that was fed to me in regards to how and why and who I was suppose to worship/follow if I was to be a good girl on the right path.  I listened to each story as it was told to me, intently I might add.  Yet when they were finished I would begin with the questions.  I remember when I was first told just because, that is how it is.  I guess they did not know me well, as such an answer was not going to satisfy me.  Being the quiet child that I was I would sit back and observe quite often.  A trait I am thankful for.  It is through actions not words that one shows their true self.  And this simply task answered many questions that the adults would not answer with their words.

My search led me to many places and to many understandings in regards to things that have crossed my mind.  In the end it brought me back to where I began, the earth itself.  Through observance of her ways and cycles I learned as much about myself as from any book.  My sanctuary became Mother Nature and it was where I went to worship.  When asked what path I followed I often found it hard to explain.  Although I had attended the church of man and learned much in my early days, it was not where I wanted to remain.  The Celtic/Druid path seemed best to describe the thoughts that filled me and the mannerisms that had become my form of worship.  So many of their beliefs and acts were already part of my daily ways.  I found a place that seemed to fit me well.

The Celtic/Druid path goes back to a time that has been forgotten by many.  A time when man watched the cycle of the year and lived their life as it spoke to them.  Technology was not what told them what or how to do something.  It was the signs that were given to them from nature herself.  Man respected nature and nature in turn respected man and gave of herself in many ways.  Sadly this practice is not as popular these days.  Man has become too consumed with the need to better himself and grow in an almost immediate sense.  He hurries around at a pace that makes him incapable of seeing the small miracles that occur every day via nature.  He loses sight of the things that are truly important and sees only the need to be more.  In doing so, he loses out on so much of who he is, who he was, and even more important who he could be.

I would like to invite you to join me In the coming months as I share with you a little of what I have found on my journey thus far.

blessings,

Mother Moon