This morning I spent 5 minutes in breathing meditation and recited my vow and reset myself on the dedicant’s path.
I, Kassie, declare myself to be a pagan, a seeker of the old ways, a worshiper of the elder gods.
With this sacred oath I set my foot upon the path, the druid’s way, I vow to make my dedication plain.
I vow to seek virtue in my life, to do right by my kin, my friends and my community, I vow to make my paganism real by keeping the rites and works that call to me.
I vow to deepen my understanding of the ways through study and action. I do this with the blessing of the shinning ones, the old gods of my blood, the ancestors of my bone.
These things I swear . So Say I.
Life got in the way as it always does and I lost my way. But within this winter season after Samhain I begin my process anew, for in darkness all things are born. For a couple months I had my altar set up in my bedroom on a shelf. It just didn’t feel as accessible to me. There wasn’t room to sit, except on the bed and I had a lot of items cluttering up my space cause there was room to set up all my statuary, books, and trinkets.
In the new space I am encouraged to simply practice or practice simply and I enjoy it. My mind was more still this morning.