To my dearest Pagan roots: where art thou?

It's snowing here in glorious Binghamton (not to mention it's fucking cold in my room) and I'm praying to whatever is floating around in cosmos that the lovely proprietors and conductors-of-affairs at Binghamton University will pull their absurdly large heads out of their asses and cancel class tomorrow. I don't think that's too much to ask for. No, no I don't.

In other news, I finally stumbled into the Mindsay forums today and found the thread about Paganism. Reading the posts in the thread sparked a lot of memories and old feelings in me, and I realized that not only do I miss being religious and having religious convictions, I more specifically miss being Pagan. I miss the rituals and the Sabbats and the celebration of life and... just all of it. In the year since I've stopped practicing, I've managed to forget a good share of what I'd learned. I spent nearly four years trying to desperately absorb everything I could concerning Paganism, and now I've lost all that knowledge, lost it or locked it away somewhere. Either way, I can't remember very much of what I'd learned.

So this goes out to anyone who stumbles across my blog: if you're Pagan or Wiccan or anything of the sort then please, take mercy on my poor memory, leave me a comment, and tell me something useful about this religion. In an odd way, I'm asking for a teacher. Yes, that's it: if you're Pagan and read this, be my teacher.

Until then... adios. I've got an obscene amount of reading and an overlarge sense of hunger.