Confessions of a Modern Day Priestess
magdalenepath2018-03-21T01:37:54+00:00When I was 29 I was invited to a women’s Celtic spirituality weekend. It was a wooded enclave, in misty and mossy rural New England. We slept in tents and tepees and drank mint tea. One night, under the light of the full moon in May (yes, it was Beltane) I was initiated as a priestess. I was given the name Magdalena—which I now know as a title as much as a name. It was totally unexpected and magical, like an old memory re-surface. And I had no idea what that meant. For years I carried that mantle of priestess secretly—mostly