I’m a spy for the Mormon Church

My mission was infiltrate Paganism, discover the secret of its success, and work to destabilize it from within. [Read more…]

The Pagans and the Christians (or … whatever happened to Teo Bishop?)

The best Pagan festival I went to this summer wasn’t a Pagan festival at all. [Read more…]

How “Gods Before Politics” Perpetuates Privilege

The myth of non-political Pagan spaces acts as a blindfold for the Pagan community — especially those of us Pagans who are privileged. It perpetuates implicit racism, patriarchy, hetero- and cis-normativity — all of which continue to exist in our Pagan spaces. And if we’re not consciously and actively working to see it and deal with it, then we’re passively helping to sweep it back under the rug. [Read more…]

Is There a Place for God in Paganism?

Choosing to say “God” instead of “Goddess” allows us to speak about divinity separately from gender, while also allowing us to tap into all the power and possibility that has been associated with that word for centuries. I’m not suggesting we choose one over the other. I’m suggesting we embrace all of these words: “gods”, “goddesses”, “Goddess”, and even “God”, each of them with their unique potential and their unique limitations. We Pagans know something about the infinite diversity of the divine, and we need all of the linguistic resources at our disposal to express it. So let us reclaim “God” from the monotheists and the patriarchs. Let us make “God” Pagan again. [Read more…]

Paganism’s Promise: My Winding Path to Environmental Activism (Part 10/10)

Earlier in the summer, Patheos Pagan had invited its bloggers to answer the question, “Has Pagan Environmentalism Failed?” I continued to wrestle with that question for months after. I’ve decided that, whether or not there is time to prevent global catastrophe, I choose to act as if there is. And I believe that, if were [Read More…]

We’re Already Living in a Tree: My Winding Path to Environmental Activism (Part 9/10)

There were other experiences too that fall that contributed to this transformation, quotidian but no less significant. There was the smell of burning leaves on the crisp autumn air one day in particular. There was the taste of raspberries from my backyard and the last tomatoes from my garden when I came from work. There was [Read More…]