by trace elements

Created on: May 25, 2009

The word religion conjures up many definitions in the mind let alone from different sources. It appears to be a word which may hold its foundations in the Latin word `religae' meaning to bind. For me it is a set of beliefs laid down to be followed enhancing the lives of a community or society. My experience of religion has been fraught in that I was born a British Baptist, taught the Bible stories by my family but did not attend a church. When I reached ten years of age I decided I would go to church, well everyone else did on a Sunday morning so there was no-one to play with. This held my interest for a while, we got stickers for a book of the Bible stories so it was a bit of fun. However, I used my morning play up as we were not allowed out after lunch, so I ditched Sunday School for the great outdoors. As I got older I began to question different parts of the stories, and had real trouble with the whole immaculate conception idea. So late teenage saw me as an atheist, non believer. Then as a nurse I saw lots of suffering which only compounded my feelings of confusion. So it was not until later in life that I began to look more deeply into why are we here and what is it all about.

This chapter of my life saw me step into the agnostic arena. I believed in something but what I really did not know. I began to read and look at alternative ways of doing things. Opening up my senses to the great outdoors. I was still nursing at this time, so sometimes things got a bit wobbly but I persevered and tried to become more open minded about all aspects of life. I still did not like religion and what it stood for, so would not associate with it or churches. This continued until my father died, and I had a real re-evaluation of my life. I felt in a limbo not knowing what or who I was, or where I was going. Life seemed to pass me by without me even being aware of it. Four years later I found myself pregnant again and at a crossroads not knowing which way was up let alone which way to go. My daughter was now thirteen years old, my current relationship was in tatters and I was pregnant. I suffered endless headaches and morning sickness constantly that I referred to it as the sickness of pregnancy.

Five years later and I packed everything up, sold my house, bought a motor home and took to the road with a five year old boy. My daughter being too old to travel went her own way. During the years leading up to this point I had read a lot of books about Wicca, Witchcraft,

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