New Beginnings

Journeys tend to begin with some degree of passion, charge, or dedication – these adventures are sometimes difficult to continue, especially if someone in your life has expressed their dislike for the choices you make. That’s just the thing though! It’s your life. The choices you make define who you are as a person and what you’re willing to put out there. So, here I am today, putting it all out there:

I am Pagan. I practice an Earth-based religion, which consists of me communing with the nature surrounding me. Someone out there is crapping their pants now, I’m sure! My goal with this blog is to give insight into Pagan culture to others who may not fully understand the purposes, the practices, and the people involved. It’s a whole ‘nother world out here, lemme tell ya! And I plan to make it known that Pagan people are human, just like the Christian, the Jew, the Buddhist, and every religion in between and outside. That’s why I’ve named this blog “The Pagan Person”. Because, yes, I might practice what some call “magic,” but it makes me no less of a person than anyone else. In fact, I’m completely and utterly, almost boringly, normal!

This is a brave new beginning for me, this blog. I’ve tried blogging and journaling before, and never stuck with it, be it because of my Gemini inclinations or otherwise. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I am doing a dedication ritual to commit myself spiritually to this endeavor. My experience as a Pagan so far has been one of struggle, and I empathize with every Pagan who is nodding their head in agreement this very second! I’ve dealt with loads of criticism, friends and family poking fun, people thinking of me as somewhat of a joke. This of course is painful to endure, but it also stimulates a certain amount of thick skin to grow, which is a requirement if you want to pursue this way of being! I am still in the process of growing this thick skin (as I’m typing these words, I’m suddenly very grossed out by the term!), and as part of this process, I will be using this blog as a tool for my own sanity and growth as a human being.

I hope you’ll join me on this journey! I hope that one day, some day, I might be able to connect with a Pagan or two, make a few friends, and hopefully be able to positively affect someone’s life with the understanding that as the human race, we all go through things. It’s just a matter of getting through it…together!

Love, and blessings,

The Pagan Person

Science & Spirituality

“The Earth’s endless chemical cycling connects all past, present, and future forms of life to each other and to their environment. Some of the carbon atoms found in your skin may once have been part of a dinosaur’s claw, a maple leaf or a piece of limestone. Some of the nitrogen atoms in the breath you just took may have been inhaled by a cave dweller who lived 30,000 years ago or by Julius Caesar of ancient Rome. And your great-great grandchildren might someday inhale some of those same nitrogen atoms.” (From Environmental Issues & Solutions by Norman Myers and Scott E. Spoolman.)

My uni classes began today, and one of them (Human Impact on the Environment) gave me this amazing quote to think about. I decided to blog it because I really think it goes hand in hand with spirituality and Paganism. This is how science and spirituality can interconnect. Spiritual connection for me is rooted in this very quote. A realization that the scientifically discovered materials that make up a human being are connected to our Earth Mother in every way, shape, and form. All of the molecules, all of the microscopic pieces of your being are intertwined with and originated from Earth herself. This connects us physically to Earth, but also spiritually in my humble opinion. Spirituality can be described as a concept of connection to something greater than yourself, and what better way to describe it than this? You are Earth and Earth is You. You can’t get more connected than that!

I feel like I’m going to like this class ๐Ÿ™‚

Till next time,

Love and Blessings,

The Pagan Person

Thoughts on Druidry

My path has brought me to a place where I don’t see the necessity of giving myself a label of any kind besides “Pagan.” “Pagan” however is such an umbrella term, that it’s almost useless to claim it as a label of specificity.

The humble pies I’ve eaten over the past few years have shown me that labels can be helpful for the Pagan involved if only to feel defined by something, or because they truly connect on a deep level with the label itself and what it represents. It has also shown me that if you have not found a label that fits your many facets of spirituality, it’s ok! That’s where I’ve been for a while now. For a bit in the beginning, I called myself an eclectic witch, which is still accurate. However, I finally came across a word and its meaning that struck me as exactly the path I have chosen, and that’s Druidism.

Practicing Druids mainly live by three concepts: ย connection with and love of nature, wisdom, and creativity. While reading about the ideas in this tradition, I was truly moved and it spoke to me in a very deep way.

Now, this does not change my opinion on labels. I do not feel the need to have one, nor to claim to be anything other than a nature loving freakazoid ๐Ÿ˜‰

Nevertheless, “Druidism” gave me chills.

I wonder what this means for my path? Will I continue on this journey? As a staunch Gemini, I crave to know all the things, so I will move forward with further research on this and other paths, if only to know more!

I will say…claiming a label kind of makes me nervous. I think it’s because I know myself and my tendency to switch from thing to thing. It’s a strong trait of mine. I’m always of the mind that if I choose to call myself this or that, will I end up making a fool of myself later on when I decide to change it to that or this?

Only time will tell I guess. But for now, I claim Pagan, no matter how illogical that might be. ๐Ÿ™‚

Till next time,

Love and blessings,

The Pagan Person


The other day, I got the last of my sutures out (from the pins in my wrist being removed). Since then, I’m FINALLY able to WASH MY ARM!!!

*I know! Gross right?!*

It was in a splint for a long time, then a cast for a long time, and then a splint for a long time again. But now, I only have to wear a brace at night. In an earlier post, I was complaining about how hard it was to move my hand and how scared I was of physical therapy. Not much has changed there, because I am still a bit nervous (my first appointment is August 17), however, since writing that post, I’m able to move my hand a bit more! So there’s progress that I wasn’t sure would happen. Now I know ๐Ÿ™‚

It made me think about my younger self. My younger self would not have been diligent about doing the hand exercises necessary to get it moving again. My younger self would have wallowed in my pity, would have slothed around not wanting to do anything. My younger self would have been much more immature in the matter. It makes me glad to have grown up a bit ๐Ÿ™‚

I am a full-fledged, wholehearted Gemini to the max. My ideas, my decisions shift and change like jelly. I go back and forth and side to side on pretty much everything. But the one thing that I have stuck with infallibly is my Pagan practice, and I’m so thankful for that. I really do believe my spirit has an effect on my physical body and its healing. Being consistent is hard for me, but I’ve nailed it this time, and I’m super proud of myself!

One thing that’s really helping my hand is playing video games. *irony* I recently got the Nintendo Switch and the new Legend of Zelda game (I’m a Zelda freak by the way. Yes, I know I’m 31. Yes, I know I’m probably too old for hardcore fandom XD.) (Nope, that’s a lie, no one is too old for hardcore fandom!) I am having the best time playing it! And having to hold the controller and use all the buttons has been seriously helping the movement in my hand and fingers. So, yay!

That’s all I got. Till next time…

Love and Blessings,

The Pagan Person

Gemma, familiar to my daughter


I figured out that this beautiful beast is destined to be my daughter’s familiar. She is her protector, follows her around, sleeps with her at night, attacks anyone who messes with her, and seems interested in her developing practice. What a beautiful relationship :).

Till next time…

Love and blessings,

The Pagan Person

Dictionary Discrimination

My daughter came to me the other day and mentioned that she looked up “Paganism” in her elementary school dictionary. Mind you, we live in Kansas, a conservative state, and one seeped in Christian attitudes. That’s all well and good, except when it’s not.

Her school’s dictionary’s definition for Paganism was something to the effect of “the worship of evil energies.” *eye roll*

This made her hesitate for a moment, but she then told me that she realized the dictionary was biased. It was some sort of themed dictionary, probably religious, as it wasn’t an Oxford or Webster’s. That gets me, ya know? An educational establishment should not be biased, especially religiously. The beauty of education is the eye opening, mind widening effects that it can have. It’s knowledge, not bias.

We can’t really help it, I guess. The bible belt is a strong influence. Living as a Pagan in Kansas has proven to be exceptionally difficult and discouraging. Luckily for me, I won’t be here forever! My husband will soon be transferred to another location, within a couple of years at the most. My hope is that our new locale will be a more open one, where I won’t feel the judgment of the other mothers, the hard looks, the questioning eyebrows, the haughty, head-held-high discriminators. It’s a lonely life sometimes…

Till next time,

Love and Blessings,

The Pagan Person

Nature Walk

My daughter and I went on a nature walk today. It took us a while to find the park because it was not a well-traveled place, and it was kind of in the middle of Nowhereville, Kansas! Luckily for us, after getting lost of course, we ran into a local sheriff who allowed us to follow him to the right spot. He was such a nice man! He knew exactly where we were trying to go, and thank goodness he was there because on our way, we encountered a fallen tree in the middle of the road. I would have been able to move it myself if I didn’t only have one working hand currently, so his help was much appreciated.

Once we finally found the refuge we were looking for, we trekked down the path and ended up in a beautiful clearing with budding sunflowers.


The sky was open and inviting, and the clouds were fluffy marshmallows of awesome!


Trekking some more, we encountered what seemed like thousands of butterflies, moths, and dragonflies, all buzzing around us in happiness, drinking from the abundant flowers, and flitting about.


Then, as if by magic, the trees in front of us cleared away and a marvelous, huge lake suddenly burst into view! It was a most welcome surprise.

Nearby, we found some deer tracks, evidence of the multitude of wildlife in the area.


We had a wonderful adventure today, dodging spider webs, and running with the butterflies. It was a Pagan’s happy dream, full of nature and communing! I really needed this today…

Till next time…

Love and Blessings,

The Pagan Person


I’m struggling today.

Every day, I have to remove the splint that attaches to my wrist and try my best to move it back and forth and side to side to get the muscles unfrozen. You’d think that this wouldn’t be such a trial! My fingers work just fine. I can type up a storm, as per my recent posts have proven. The wrist however, and the muscles ย that run down my arm from there, are stiff as boards. I begin physical therapy next week, but this week is my “get it started” responsibility.

There’s a word involved in this endeavor that sparks some guilt, that’s for sure. It’s my responsibility to get my wrist moving again, no one else’s. Not the physical therapist, not my surgeon, me. For some reason, this makes me afraid! It feels like it will never move again. It feels like I’ll never be able to lift anything heavy again, put up my hair, do normal everyday things that I had most certainly taken for granted before all of this surgery mess. It feels hopeless.

Obviously, I’m not a doctor. I know that people go through this all the time, and they eventually get their muscles to work again. But in the moment, it feels like it will never happen for me!

So, to quell my fears…has anyone experienced physical therapy to unfreeze muscles? I’d love to hear some testimonials, if only to reassure me!

Till next time…

Love and Blessings,

The Pagan Person