What is the point?

Inspired by “What’s the Point of Witchcraft?” on the Keeping Her Keys blog.     I don’t get easy comfort from my gods. The universe is unimaginably expansive and the stars are out of reach. The moon, the ocean, the mists, the mountains… they don’t placate, they don’t offer aid, and they don’t hear prayers.…

What is the point? was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

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Stolen seasons

When and where I grew up, there was winter. The snow piled high for weeks – for months – and we made snowmen and forts and I went sledding and cross-country skiing and we had a skating rink in our backyard. And we ate red delicious apples all winter because they stored well, so they…

Stolen seasons was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

Paganism without faith

“I wished I could believe like that. It must be so comforting…”   There are all kinds of Pagans. I hang out with a lot of humanists and skeptics, and fewer mystics and believers, so I hear the above phrase a lot. I’ve said it a few times myself.   There’s something condescending in that,…

Paganism without faith was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

Never here. Never now.

It is a modern metaphysical puzzle of sorts: I’m never where or when I am.   At my day job, I start my day dealing with yesterday’s paperwork. Towards the end of the day, I work on tomorrow’s paperwork. In between, I send emails that put my words into some indeterminate future when the recipient…

Never here. Never now. was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic