I’ve been practicing an earth-based spiritual path for nearly 18 years now (Gods that makes me feel old). I started out as a little baby Pagan reading Scott Cunningham books and practicing magic outside in the dead of night when my mom was asleep. The thing I remember most about that time, silly as it is, is the apple cinnamon scented candle I used for all of my spellwork. To this day, that smell brings me back. Over the last few years I’ve grown detached from my path, wandered out into the middle of nowhere and I’ve completely lost my way. (Yet, isn’t that the way it always goes?) I’ve been through some really difficult things over the past four years. I was always so stressed/depressed/anxious that my spirituality took a backseat.  Let’s be honest, I stuffed it in the trunk and forgot about it. I’d feel the call occasionally, that…