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I was a pagan before I ever knew it: my early years were spent scrambling up the trunks of trees, and cradled in the safety of their branches, I'd gaze down at the folk going about their business, mystified by their complete disregard for the natural wonders surrounding them.
So profound was my connection to the elements, plants, and animals that i felt no compulsion to conform to societal norms or fit in to any organized group that put consumerism and material possession above the value of walking through a glade when the morning sun sparkled through the leaves, and the birds offered up a symphony of sound, celebrating new life and heralding another cycle of awakening.
Then the pressures of earning a living and contributing to the family's welfare became a priority, and i had to find a way to juggle an existence which still held in highest regard this planet's abundant offerings, yet maintained the responsibility of serving the urban community in which i dwell with my husband and child to this day.
My spiritual journey took me on many paths including shamanic studies with the aboriginal elders nearby, here in Southwestern Ontario. I resonanted with these remarkable people as they demonstrated a reverence for Nature, the spirits of our ancestors , and the knowledge that preparing for seven generations in the future was the wisest way to live one's life.
For them the circle is unbroken, but i'm afraid to say, that is why they are still brutalized and bullied into submission , as their protests against uranium mining fall on deaf ears in our government even as we speak.
I am not Aboriginal by birth, in fact my roots go back to France and Austria - and strangely enough I cannot listen to Celtic music without the deepest sense of longing and incredible melancholy, as though I once knew of a magnificent place beyond the veils of this existence, where that music played, and echoing notes of that time still penetrate me to the core.
How does one reconcile this calling, from another time and place that the soul is connected to, surely as a child in the womb draws sustenance from the chord to its mother, with the world we live in today where the Mother is virtually forgotten?
The pagan way is my way of finding that place, and only by giving back what was offered to me as a child by the trees, animals, and the Earth herself, can I say I am walking my talk, and serving as a model for the generations to come, to ensure that this planet and all who draw on her for life will be able to do so in harmony and peace.
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