The Dictionary Is Not A Holy Book

Language is a living thing — especially religious language. It is supple and flowing, and that can be exasperating, especially to those who carry a deep unconscious fear of life. I know that fear. I have to resist it all the time. But I also know that real meaning is not to be found between the covers of a book — especially not the dictionary. [Read more…]

Syfy’s Magicians Series Serves As a Cautionary Tale to Would-Be Magicians

If SyFy’s Magicians series goes the way of other television adaptations of sophisticated novels, then it will be dumbed-down to a battle with an external evil and a hackneyed warning against meddling with powers one does not understand. In contrast, while Lev Grossman’s Magicians trilogy is a cautionary tale for would-be magicians, it offers a different kind of warning. It reminds us of the truth of those words which the mother of contemporary Paganism, Doreen Valiente, put into the mouth of the Goddess: “If that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.” [Read more…]

Wish upon Ostara: Why I wish Ostara was called something else

The year should turn the Wheel, not the other way around. The problem with many of the Neo-Pagan Sabbaths is that we start with a name, then work out what the day should mean from its etymology and history, and then try to associate it with the season — which is completely backwards. [Read more…]

An atheist Pagan, an animist, and a devotional polytheist walk into a ritual …

We have to accept that we can define words for ourselves, but not for others. And we have to be willing to hold hands and circle with someone who may have a very different interpretation of what is going on. [Read more…]

My Favorite Posts From July

There’s so much interesting blogging going on in our community. I want to highlight a few items from last month (in no particular order). [Read more…]

Longing and Grace in Lev Grossman’s The Magician King

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. … — Rilke You, the great homesickness I could never shake off … — Rilke I [Read More…]


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