Put Down that Computer, Young Lady, and Go Outside
In the end, you are either connected to your landbase or you are not. You either have a personal relationship with your watershed or you do not. Those things take time.
You can buy all the books and athames and tarot decks and Celtic-knot gimgraws and plasticene statues of Goddesses in the world. You can go to festivals, you can take on-line courses, you can wear t-shirts with air-brushed pictures of wolves under a full Moon, and you can dress like a RenFaire refugee 24/7. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) But those things won't make you a practicing member of a nature religion.
What did you do to "practice" your religion today?
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."