I recently read a question that asked, "When is your spiritual birthday?"  Well, that isn't a very easily answered question for me.  I have been informally Pagan all my life.  I have been a witch since I was 11 years old and received my first Scott Cunningham book for Christmas.  But I do know the date that my spirituality really started to grow by leaps and bounds.  It was in Herkimer, New York on 7/7/7.  That was the day I rescued a tent from the rushing Mohawk River.  The more important thing was that I had my first ritual with the women that became my sisters.  Being an only child and someone that has had less than stellar experiences with women in general this is a big thing.  To be welcomed with open arms literally, and not experience the catty backstabbing that had always been my experience with women up to this point was truly amazing.  Over the past year we have grown, laughed, cried together and comforted each other.  To my sisterhood, I thank you!  I love each of you and value you.  I appreciate the fact that we build each other up and never tear each other down.