Sometimes I worry I’ve become disconnected from my spirituality, from the Kindreds. I can’t meditate for long right now. Trancing is even more difficult to practice. Every cry breaks my focus. Every coo. Every grunt.
But at night, things become quiet and still. My baby is next to me, nursing. I feel a different breed of connection to the spirit world. It is very strong and profound.
Druidism isn’t all cerebral. It needn’t be transcendental. It’s also life. It’s admiring life, living life, and providing for life. It’s the messy and gentle magic of motherhood and the alchemy of milk.