Life goes on. It’s something I’ve learned over the past few months while this blog sat on the back burner of my mind. I’ve had too many things happening. I separated from my husband, moved out, tried to find work, had to deal with a lot of internal issues. But I’ve never stopped writing. I just couldn’t write about spiritually at that time. I instead lived it.
I’ve had amazing experiences that deepened my spiritual growth. Inner journeys that twisted and turned so unexpected and worthwhile that I have become more myself, healed. I’ve prayed more in the last year than I have in my whole life. Those prayers so full of emotion and desperation bubbled out of me to soar to the heavens. I had not been one to pray very much. I don’t hold to beliefs that prayer is useless. I just had not felt the urge to pray. My life was content until it wasn’t.
I am a praying Pagan. I have called out to Gods and Goddess that I had not before given honour to. My appreciation of the divine is deeper. They have been the rocks that I struggled to hold on to while tossed on the stormy ship breaking waves of life. They have been where I sought safety and refuge. They have been there while I though I was alone, so alone. I was given comfort and wisdom from them. I received signs and messages. Amazing to me that this is so.
The Gods are with us. They have always been with us. I had to need them to appreciate them.