This is the first Easter that I have spent away from my parents. I have been out on my own for about three years now, but for the past two years I went to my parent’s house for Easter dinner. I guess I sort of miss my family today. We, by that I mean quanta and I, were invited to Easter dinner at my aunt’s in Windsor, but it is just a bit to far now that we are in Toronto. And, quite honestly, I was looking forward to having a nice long weekend to spend alone with quanta. I’ve…

A comment was added yesterday to my entry Why I am Wiccan. The person more or less asked if one finds a spiritual practice satisfying, is the title really important? My first thought was “No, it’s not.” I thought this because religion is deeply personal. It is something between you and your god(s). But, as I started to write this entry, I began to think that maybe titles were important, to a certain extent. If you don’t follow a religion, it makes no sense to say that you do. I am not Presbyterian, Asatru, Celtic Reconstructionist, or Jew so I…

Sometimes I feel like I am only paying lip service to my beliefs. If you were to ask me about any of them, I would clearly lay them out. But, deep down, sometimes I’m not sure if I real believe what I say I believe. Take reincarnation for example. I say that I believe in reincarnation. I believe that we live multiple lives here on Earth. We are supposed to work through a different set of lessons each lifetime, and eventually we progress through all the lessons and reunite with the divine. I also believe that we get a bit…

Sometimes I feel a little unsure of my faith. I question whether I am a good Wiccan or even a good person. I wonder if I am doing the right thing, and what I else I can do to make myself and the world better. I know I don’t recycle as much as I should. I spend too much money on myself and don’t donate enough to worthy causes. But even after all this questioning, I still know, deep deep down, that I am loved. I am loved by my parents, even though we argue over silly things. I am…

Kensho Godchaser has done it again. It seems there is always a posting over there that talks directly to me. Today’s is This Day Our Daily Goddess, which is full of suggestions for connecting with the Goddess everyday, not just once or twice a month. In a similar vein, I recently read Dianne Sylvan’s The Circle Within: Creating a Wiccan Spiritual Tradition, an excellent book about creating a daily spiritual practice. This is something I would dearly love to do, and about which I have been thinking about more and more. But… (and there is always a but) I keep…

I’ve had a sort of epiphany today. I’ve sort of been working on two tracks lately (well, actually more, but only these two apply here). First, like everyone, I’m working to know myself better. It is sort of the whole simple abundance, authenticity sort of thing. I haven’t been particularly successful, but I’m making headway. The second track is studying Crowley, the Thoth Tarot, and the Qabalah. It is a little bit heavy, and I don’t really understand everything, but things are starting to fall into place. Well, this morning as I am reading Something More: Excavating Your Authentic Self…

I think to be a really spiritual person that one needs to engage in a certain amount of self-discovery. But when does it turn from healthily introspection to unhealthy navel gazing? A myriad of books are dedicated to helping the reader discover their true selves, their full potential, and their true calling. But while we are sitting in our living room reading these books, how much are we really doing? I also wonder about the methods presented in these books. Sure, they may have worked for the author, but who is to say they will work for us. I think…

Not to long ago, I watched all fourteen episode of Dead Like Me in the span of a couple of days. (For those who don’t know what Dead Like Me is, it is a show about a girl who dies and becomes a reaper. It’s great black humour.) I really enjoyed the show. The episodes were funny, but they were also touching. And they made me think… mostly about death. I have always been a little afraid of death. My maternal grandmother died when I was three. When I was nine, my friend Andrew Warburton got lost in the woods…

I had an interesting conversation with an online friend this weekend. He said, more or less, that I intimidated him because I seemed so deep and spiritual. Boy was I shocked. Those are not two worlds I would use to describe myself. Spiritual people, to me, don’t get bogged down in daily life like I do. I see them as being above all those little daily disappointments. Spiritual people are also able to make their desires and goals come true, or at least develop and implement plans that will lead the fulfillment of those goals. I would like to be…

I’ve always wished I was really good at something. I guess everyone has. I just can’t figure out what it is that I want to be good at, or that I can be good at. On some level, I’d like my skill to be something I can use to make money. I think it is reasonable to want to be able to support myself with a talent… that, or wishful thinking. But, on the other hand, I’d like it to be something neat, like being really good at Flight Sim, or reading Tarot cards exceptionally well, or something like that.…