I have been so fascinated by details that I have forgotten what it was I was after. Weeks have passed since Brida's initiation. Her story, as usual, was simple and easy to relate to. She knew she wanted the knowledge of the Tradition and accepted that her path was that of the Moon. She learned about Dark Nights -- something that was always there and we've always known -- and learned to survived them.
Brida had questions that had no answers. We all do. But one thing that was mentioned about her was that she understood that no human being who walked or continues to walk the earth is different from eachother. We all have questions. We all have life goals. We all have a purpose in life. We all have gifts.
Learning the Tradition, it was evident that her faith was quite strong. She understood that everything in this world is an act of faith.
I've always considered myself as someone who has enormous strength in faith...until the last few weeks. I do know that there are several rationals that have caused my erratic reasoning. Some more obvious than others. Confessedly, Brida was one of those causes.
A couple of weeks ago, I had an encounter with two people who reminded me of Wicca and the Magus. It was then that I realized that I already knew the answers to the questions that have been haunting my days and my dreams.
My faith remains strong as I choose to continue following the path of the Tradition that was laid out for me. I just needed to get slapped on the face. You can't always listen to logic, just as you don't always listen to your heart. But sometimes, you realize that it is your heart that reveals the truth.
Rambling Gypsy