I remember when you saw me at graduation

and you hugged me so hard for so long

and you loved me then, you loved me like a sister,

and I was so happy to see you, and you were so happy to see me,

and neither of us would let go.

What happened? Whatever I did, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you let me go.

To be religious means to be devout; religion is  a system of belief often involving a code of ethics. Religion, as Colette Baron Ried says, is “man’s need to describe its relationship to God…a means to access God…a means to an end.” Does that make me religious? Yes; I’m a devout writer, constantly writing. Does that make me spiritual? Good question.

As far as I know, I’m a witch. A Wiccan. Mostly, I’m a writer; that was the second thing I ever identified myself as. My morals are important: I try to be good to the earth and others. I practice the Golden Rule. I think about my impact on the world, what others don’t have that I do and how they clearly can cope without it, which means that so can I. I also think how can I fulfill my goals, which have manifested themselves from my dreams.

Recently, I’ve been tugged between what I believe - Christian or Wiccan? The latter makes more sense to me than the former.