I learned about spirituality from my mother when I was still in elementary school. I latched onto the spirituality and I think it was partially because no one else was into it. I have always thought religion was an interesting subject and was willing to debate with almost anyone, but I also hated the ‘rules’ that sometimes went along with religion. I didn’t like the fact I couldn’t take communion at a Catholic church or when people were told who they could or could not marry based on what the Bible said. I loved rituals, but not rules.
Through the years, as I read more and more about spirituality, I became entranced with the ideas of communes and cults. I loved the wild and free ideas I associated with communes and was always amazed that people joined cults and wanted their whole life planned out for them. I loved debates, thinking for myself and learning as much as I could. I could never be a part of something that could strip away my sense of self. The more I looked into communes, the more I thought about joining one.
I wanted to live one with the Earth and not worry about a 9-5 job that required me to sit behind a computer all day. My eyes started to burn and my head ached just thinking about computer screens. The more I researched artist communes, the more entranced I became with them. I wanted to be free. And wild. And me.