Monday, August 15, 2011


As I read Sword of Avalon by Diana Paxon, it strikes me that each of the Avalon novels I read make me feel simultaneously more and less pagan. While I feel more attuned to the words and the tales, and the rituals feel ever more sacred, I am ever more keenly aware that there isn't a place in my life for such things, and I doubt that there ever will be.
Reading the words of the High Priestess reminds me that I have never had a love of audiating spiritually. For me, words have always been a barrier to faith and spirituality rather than a vehicle.
Yes, greeting the sun in my heart and with my body feels right, but to speak the words? The physical words shatter the silence, which to me, is all the more sacred.
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