This post is the hardest one I have had to write in a while…I know it should be easy, because I am writing about myself.
Cosmology is, literally, the study of the origins of the Universe.
This cosmology is a metaphor, of course, for the origins of my personal Universe.
Truth is, to quote Buffy: I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.
Life is a journey, not a destination. I am constantly evolving and my cosmology is growing.
It not only includes the conscious switch after my sister’s death, but also my growth from maiden to mother and all of the bumps in the road in between. When I’m done baking, many years from now, I will fill in my cosmology.
For now… I’ve been getting a lot of my information about the background of druidry from The Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids.