I use to be a druid.

As far back as I can remember I had an affinity for animals; wanted to be a veterinarian.  As I grew into adulthood I discovered a love of the forest and especially trees. I didn't understand that I was being called. I only knew a deep happiness on mountain hikes and camp outs. I thought for the most part that it was a childish thing to dream that the trees could talk to me.
A traumatic event shut me down to all of that. That openness to the earth went bye bye for many long and some sad years. I searched for meaning every where but inside myself.
Now, nearly 3 decades later, another traumatic event has brought me to a place where I have to truly own my shit. I'm the chooser, I decide what's for keeping  and what baggage needs to be set down.
Taking ownership of myself and my behavior has given me some clarity and opened me up to the earth and trees are once again calling me.
My one champion, my daughter helped me with reading lists and advice to encourage me to get healthy, mind and body. I feel reborn. I am letting my child like nature run free, feeling once again the young women who heard the trees talking.
At the present moment, I'm seeking. I am being called by the Druids path very strongly, but also feel the pull of Wicca. I'm enjoying the two traditions, making discoveries and taking on the happy chore of cleansing and filling my soul and healing my heart.

I'm a warrior