This blog post is as much for me as it is for anyone else who would like to read it. I have never aptly defined my spiritual practice and perhaps it is time that I did.

I have never been much on ritual. I am not a witch, and  though I consider myself a child of Gaia, I may not be a pagan either. For a long time I considered myself an atheist, but as I got older I began to believe that there is more to life than just physical reallity.

I was always interested in Buddhism – Zen to be specific – and read books on it as young as 17 years old. And Yoga always interested me, and I lived it and taught it for many years. I was vegetarian, and then vegan for a very, very long time, and Yoga was my daily ritual and spiritual practice. But true belief in Spirit came when I was in my 40’s. And, oddly enough, it was my mental illness that brought it to the fore.

The acknowledgement that there were unseen forces guiding me and beings invisible to the naked eye, was a door that opened for me during the time I was most incapacitated by illness. That is why I believe that my mental illness has been a great gift and taught me so much on the spiritual plane.

Now, as I am truly recovered from the worst parts of my mental health, I keep with me the lessons learned and move forward. I have always been a very private person about many parts of my life, and so sharing my practice is not easy.

Meditation is the fulcrum of my practice and it is the one ritual that I perform daily. Sometimes I do it first thing in the morning when everyone is still asleep and there is silence in the casita. Other times I meditate after coffee or breakfast, when the house is more active. But no matter when or how I do it, some miracle happens. Some awakening, some awareness that wasn’t present before. I have seen angels during my meditations, friends and family who have passed, and heard the voice of the Divine Universe.


I try to bring some form of meditation to everything I do, whether it be something as mundane as washing the dishes, or something deep, like lying with and stroking the animals. Journaling is a meditation for me, as is working with my matron goddess Pino Woman. Going outside to take in the stunning scenery here on the ranch or gazing at the millions of stars we are privileged to see here, is all meditation.

About Pino Woman. I found her quite accidently, though I really don’t believe in accidents. She came to me auspiciously. She is the goddess of the transitional times. The time between night and dawn, that space between the seasons, the times of becoming. I see myself as in perpetual transition and so Pino Woman appealed to me immediately.

I work with the runes and the tarot and oracle cards every day, and that is a part of my practice. It not only teaches me but brings more of Spirit into my life.

I consider myself the Fool in the tarot, for each day my journey begins anew. I am reborn every minute, and there are a myriad of choices available to me. There is joy to be felt, work to be done, and laughter abounding. I am most blessed.