I grew up Catholic and loved it! I loved the rituals when I was a small child. I built an altar to Mother Mary every May first. I would cover a small table in my room with my moms lace and linen cloths. I used her one statue of the virgen (a large Hummel of Mary reading a book to baby Jesus) and kept her on my little altar for the entire month. One year, I was a flowergirl in the May Procession at our Catholic Church in Los Angeles. For the entire month of May I would bring her flowers every day. I made wreaths of flowers and placed them on her head. I loved the saints too. Saint Frances and Saint Joan of Arc were two of my favorites. I think this devotion to the Mother of All came from lifetimes of seeking her comfort and grace.
My Irish-American grandmother, Agnes, was VERY religious and had shrines built into four different rooms in her house. All had statues of Our Lady. This Grandmother taught me devotion to the Lady, The virgen and the mother.
My other Grandmother, my mother's mother, taught me that real spirituality was found in our hearts and in nature. She told me that her church was found outside with trees, animals and the sky. She told me that she was part Cherokee and, thank the Goddess, reassured me that all the other guilt and pope stuff was nonsense. This was very liberating for me. I am grateful to have had both influences in my life. As an adult I have continued to express this spirituality and devotion in different ways. From, Mystical Christianity to Wicca , Tibetian Buddhism and Native Americal Shamanism, I have wandered in my search for God, the Goddess and my own purpose here on earth. This page will contain different expressions of this journey.
