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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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Paranormal tour? Yes please.

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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Funny thing about perspectives

So with all the (in my opinion) nonsense going on about the impending rapture this weekend, I had an odd thought.
First I thought how sad it would be if it happened, and parents or children were raptured away from each other. Then I imagined a parent saying "I'm sorry, God, but you don't need my help in heaven, and they need my help here on Earth, so I need to stay," and then I realized I was missing something.
If I truly believed in Heaven, and in the Rapture, then I would also believe that this life is, in fact, not the point, and that the afterlife was the point, and that therefore nothing and no one in this before-world would matter the way getting into heaven would, because that was the goal, the destination, the purpose of this.
That idea scared me, a lot.
I believe in the reincarnation and evolution of the soul. I do not believe that this life is all there is to existence, but I strongly believe we need to live as though it were.
So yes, those of you who believe these are the end times, I admit it, I don't truly understand it, because while I can piece together the elements of the belief, I can't really put myself in your shoes.
So if we're all still here on Sunday, maybe some raptureists can try to piece together my worldview- that we are all the purpose, all the destination, each of us the goal.

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Friday, April 29, 2011

A week in the spring.

A week ago this was a barren raised bed wanting to become a scattering garden.
Last Saturday, my spouse and I transplanted hundreds of plants, and now we have a beautiful garden.
I love the way spring and rain can breathe life into places reserved to venerate the dead.
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