If only the activists see your activism, does it mean anything?

Every year, I go to a big local literary festival. I typically buy tickets for six or more events over the course of a week and come home with a pile of new books. I’ve mentioned before that this particular festival includes a territory acknowledgement before each event. This is something that started a year…

If only the activists see your activism, does it mean anything? was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

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We’re not the centre of the universe

Three or four times a year, people find reason to blame the normal problems of modern life on Mercury going backwards in the sky – the dreaded so-called “Mercury retrograde”. People who are normally quite rational seem to buy into this superstition.   It is silly enough to believe that the movement of a planet…

We’re not the centre of the universe was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

My problem with “Pagan Pride”

I like the concept: a celebration of the diversity and beauty of our community. But, really, the name “Pagan Pride” is so unfortunate.   It seems like the originators of the Pagan Pride Project stumbled upon the name, and now we’re all stuck with it, despite the sometimes negative connotations of the word “pride” and…

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The politics of a religion of stolen place

I write this post on unceded Coast Salish territory, the ancestral and traditional territory of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh First Nations. As an uninvited guest on this land, I benefit from this land, its resources, and colonialism. Though acknowledgement is not sufficient to redress those wrongs, it is important for me, as a descendant…

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The secular spell, poorly cast

Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever. – Mark Twain   Every day is a…

The secular spell, poorly cast was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

Know better; do better

Once you’ve concluded that the pretty crystals and semi-precious stones aren’t actually necessary to magic or to healing or to divination… Or once you’ve heard about the environmental damage of some of the mining practices used in order to acquire something that is merely pretty… Or once you’ve realized the social and labour abuses of…

Know better; do better was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

My Paganism is grey

A recent article on the dystopian film trend starts: “Before your film can dominate the global box office, it needs ideally to have been a word-of-mouth bookshelf smash. And unless your name is John Green or JK Rowling, your best option is to write a piece of bestselling YA dystopian fiction or fantasy.”   There’s…

My Paganism is grey was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

Paganism is silly

Paganism is silly. All religion is. That’s OK; sex is silly too, and most of us need that. Sex can be physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally fulfilling. So can religion. The process of getting to either orgasm or spiritual ecstasy is messy and weird, and few people look good in the the midst of either,…

Paganism is silly was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

Calling your own out

  Here in the middle, we have slippery and eclectic religious beliefs. We are neither clearly polytheists nor definitively humanists but a little of each and a bit of some other things too, bringing together beliefs that seem to contradict each other and living in a liminal spiritual space. We seek to become comfortable with…

Calling your own out was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

Not your bird

There are two bald eagles perched majestically on the cross at the top of a beautiful steeple. They are posed picturesquely against the blue sky, seen only by those, like me, who stare at clouds.   Wandering through the side streets on a certain evening, I come across an awesome sight: hundreds of crows in…

Not your bird was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic