What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?
I remember as a child seeing God in the leaves on the trees.
I remember picking apples behind the house. I remember the day. It was a warm fall day, and my chore was to pick apples off the ground for the pigs. What I remember about that chore was lying down under the apple tree and hearing the distant sound of a plane up above. I fell asleep under that apple tree to the sound of that airplane. Life was quiet and calm.
That’s when I knew God was everywhere and in everything. That’s when I started my rituals. As a child. I would put my favorite trinkets on a makeshift table out of a tree stump.
And for a very long time I kept my feelings about my faith to myself and just rolled with what was popular in my area. Now, I wish I had more options in our area. I don’t know anybody else that believes what I believe. So, I practice alone.
I still feel like I can’t really talk about what I believe to my family. One sister especially. She would definitely call me a witch or something evil. So I do it in secret.

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