Being the Allergic Pagan: My lover’s quarrel with the world

Egyptian Stele of Qadesh

The irony of being a Pagan with seasonal allergies symbolizes an essential conflict at the core of my psyche, a conflict between the desire for communion with nature on the one hand and the desire to transcend nature on the other. [Read more...]

The cruel miracle of spring

So spring has arrived.  It’s beautiful.  We have our windows open.  Just in time for the spring equinox.  Not that we won’t have one last freeze in the next few weeks, like nature’s own Walpurgis Night — the last ride of the spirits of winter. Nature is a tease. And right on time, my allergies [Read More...]

Dionysus Torn to Pieces: or, Being the Allergic Pagan

As I am sitting here struggling to breathe because of my allergies which have turned into a cold, and I thought of a poem by Robert Graves, one of my favorites: Poised in air between earth and paradise Paradise and earth, confess which pull Do you feel stronger? Is it of homesickness Or of passion? [Read More...]


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