A year ago, I was on a deep quest for God--and I had plenty to connect me to God, but I was making the mistake of confusing my living icons of God with God herself. My icons became idols. I had lost sight of God, and in losing her, I had lost myself.
My heart was broken this time last year. It's breaking again now, but this time it's breaking open. A new thing is taking place in me--a new opportunity for discovering my beloved Goddess, Thea. I want to return to the sacred rhythm to which I used to dance with her. Recovering that rhythm will require reworking my current printed prayer resources, but I can do that--I have the time and the willingness.
I suspect I'll have more to share on this as time goes by. For now, though, I feel hopeful and peaceful--as if all shall be well.