I’m starting this blog for many reasons. Mainly, though, I’m hoping that somewhere out there, there’s another person like me. Someone that has gotten weird looks at Pagan festivals for announcing that they think voudon is awesome or that Hecate is a maiden and not a crone. Someone that thinks the name they were born with is magical enough. Someone that believes that belief is an ever-evolving thing, and sometimes you’re just not what you started off as when you woke up.

I am not a Wiccan. I haven’t been since I was sixteen when I was the type of girl that every rational Wiccan groans at. You know what I’m talking about… The pentacle-wearing, clutching my book of shadows as they burnt me at Salem in a past life, persecuted Wiccan. There we go. I admit it. I was a fluffy bunny.

At the same time, I am not a Reconstructionist. I’ve spent quite a few years trying to wedge a square peg into a circular hole with that one. Don’t get me wrong, I love research and scholarly work. I really do. But when it comes to beliefs and ritual (what ritual I have, that is), I need it to fit into my world – The world of the internet, vending machines, and cars. A lot of time has passed since Ancient Greece, and a lot of cultures have been smashed together to make me an American.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not bashing either ways of going about things. I’m not bashing any other Neopagan religion either. Nor any religion for that matter. In fact, I think all religions are pretty great for one reason or another.

So what am I? I’m a searcher of truth as I know and understand it. Yes, I’m opinionated. Yes, I’m a little stubborn. But for the most part I’m just me. I like to refer to myself as a rational, eclectic pagan.

That’s what my blog is about. Religion, life, and anything else that strikes my fancy. Spirituality. Domesticity. My loud options on Paganism and life in general.