Beltane 2012: I did not sleep well the night before. In fact, I switched off my alarm before it rang and jumped out of bed 15 minutes early. I showered and put on in the same dress I wore to my Methodist confirmation seven years earlier. I slipped out of my dorm room, no makeup with damp hair. I carried a bag of tools I had packed the night before. It was exactly fifteen minutes before sunrise, and I was headed for a park near my university. I was twenty-one years old and have decided to dedicate my life to the Goddess.
This decision was excruciating for me. I was a fifth generation Methodist. My mom’s parents are ministers, and my dad was a minister. I lived in church housing my entire young life, Continue reading