I'm not religious, in that I worship a deity and carry around the labels of dogma. I used to loosely identify myself as Catholic, when I was a kid and didn't know any better. Then when my dog died when I was fifteen, I was angry and hurt that nowhere in Christendom did Heaven allow dogs, because according to the Bible, animals didn't have souls. I turned, as many teen girls do, to Wicca, which in and of itself is a rather teenage religion, only being about 60 or 70 years old (not the "Olde Religion" as those teen girls would have you think). At about 23 or so I did a spiritual reevaluation and realized that an amalgam of a religion in it's infancy populated by hippies and teenage girls trying to rebel wasn't for me. My path was more spiritual, and I realized my animal guide: crows and ravens.
Lately I've been craving the forest again. I want to raise up the old magic. See, my spirituality is a lot more basic these days: all that is, lives, all the lives has a spirit, animals can communicate with you if you just listen. I believe in the power of the earth and the air, the unerring and most base power of sex. So I'm feeling potent. I want to find a forest, I want to shuck my clothes and run, and worship. I want to be the witch of the woods and create nature magic.