Naturalizing: Bringing Our Practice Home

My years in Ireland were like graduate school.  They challenged my thoughts on spirituality, witchcraft, and culture.  While living outside my culture of origin, I chose to drop my identifiers and preconceived ideas.  I sought to experience my culture of residence with fresh eyes and an insider perspective.  Irish mythology and folklore have shaped much of our understanding, and practice of paganism.  The very names used for significant seasonal celebrations are influenced by Irish language and custom.  Yet what I learned about those seasons, while living on that island, forever altered my practice.  I am finally becoming naturalised–a term I first heard Steven Posch use to describe a paganism that more accurately reflects our living Place, as opposed to some far-away homeland (or fantasy of that homeland).

I began this journey years ago, when the knowledge that American culture is shaped by western Christianity first awoke in my consciousness.  It was the first time I questioned how my upbringing in the U.S. had shaped and informed my world-view, and how intertwined it was with the philosophy of western Christianity. Steven Posch is quoted as saying, “Much of what passes for Pagan these days is actually a bad translation into Pagan of some variety of Natal Monotheism or, worse, Pop Culture.”  Once I realised (and agreed with) this, I began to examine how my culture of origin shaped my personal experience of paganism.  In what ways was I continuing to behave and think like a monotheist? I also began to examine how this world-view shaped my government, the systems operating within my society, and the science that informs my understanding of the cosmos.  It was a profound and powerful journey.  One which decimated my entire structure of belief and perception.

The Great Stripping Away (or untangling) was ongoing when I moved across the pond to the Emerald Isle, a land I mythicized for years.  Yet,  when finally able to experientially connect with the land on a daily basis, the stories I had read with a sense of disconnection, and almost romanticized wonder, took on an unexpected immediacy; they became embodied.  I soon came to realize that the persons referenced in the ancient stories were as real as the Knockmealdown Mountains I could see from my front garden.  In fact, one or two of them actually were those strong peaks!

But seeing the landscape anthropomorphized in the stories was not enough. I began to look behind those ‘new’ tales for the Old Gods, the Elder Gods, the gods of the witches who are the Great Powers: wild, untamed, and untamable.  The far-side-of-the-hedge ones.   And, I found them!

Éire

They were wherever my eye would see or my ear hear.  Strange and frightful, yet as alive as me: each tree–Blackthorn, Oak, Ash–the strong West Wind, the River Bride.  Each with a voice, and a story of their own.  The ancestral voice, rich and deep, reverberated with remembered history. These beings are alien, so unlike human-persons that it is hard to fathom them.  Yet they hold a perspective and an experience I can not gain on my own.  As a witch, I am interested in understanding the powers of my world; as an animist, I care about living in right relationship with the other-than-human persons I share space with.  As a human-person, I want to learn about the world I inhabit.

As these changes to the way I interact with my world unfolded, I came to realize my paganism was diverging from what I saw around me.  My practice began to look less and less like what I had been taught, or what I read of ‘mainstream’ paganism.  I was moving backward on a time-stream into a more primal thought that was, nonetheless, influenced by the modernity I am part of.

If there had indeed been pagans of our ilk in Europe during the Hidden Years, and if those old paganisms had managed to survive in backwaters here and there, and if they had undergone the usual kinds of culture loss and internal innovation, and if the old ways had been influenced as one would expect by the new religion, and if those ways had managed to survive into modern times, and if our ancestors had brought those ways with them to the New World in their heads, hearts, and steamer trunks, and if those ways had become naturalized to the local weather patterns, vegetation and wildlife, and if those ways had been influenced by the lore of the indigenous peoples, and of other incomers, and if those ways had survived industrialization and the Wars, and if they had managed to come down intact to us today in the second decade of the so-called twenty-first century: then what would our paganism look like?

Texas

That is the question I want to answer for myself.  As I prepare to return home to Texas, I also prepare to naturalize my practice.  In so doing, I may create a new tradition, a new spirituality.  One shaped by the comings and goings of Little Brother and Little Sister: he who brings rain and cold, she who brings fiery heat.  A spirituality shaped by the Wild Mother, whose winds blow fierce.  A year divided by two turnings: rich fertility that gives way to the long hot, and ancestral breath which offers cool respite.

What is the spirituality of your Place?  Have you naturalized?

About Traci

Traci Laird is an animist living in Ireland and hails from the great state of Texas (a mythic heritage she is quite proud of!).  Her current academic pursuits are in Sociology and Psychology, and she engages a “sensuous scholarship” when seeking to understand Place.  She can also be found at Confessions of a Hedge Witch

  • pagansister

    I’m still attempting to naturalize myself to North FL. from Southern RI—a land I totally loved and still do. It is a process—-but this is now my home and I will be here until my energy returns to the Universe.

    • Traci

      RI to FL is a big shift! About as drastic as Ireland to Texas, I imagine. Are there specific ways you have shifted your practice to reflect the new land?

      • pagansister

        Good question. The feelings from the surround here are similar in some ways to RI, but also different. To be honest, I’m still adjusting my practice. I hate to admit but my heart is having a hard time adjusting to this area. If it had not been totally necessary for many reasons to long to explain, I would still be in RI. The beautiful trees and the lakes in our area do call to me, so I am trying to be very open to their call. My alter is set up in my room, and the room is set up with the images, statues and symbols that calm me. I will be fine, it will take time. Blessed Be.

  • David Pollard

    As a fellow Texan, if I could only count the number of times I’ve heard in circle about how Samhain was the “end of the Harvest and start of the bitter winter” straining to hear the HP speak over the drone of the Air Conditioner!

    • Traci

      I hear you! Our winter is a gift. I do feel ancestral energies at that time of year, but we all hunger and long for the final cooling down. The cooling breath of the ancestors is Much Welcome!

  • http://spinningofthewheel.wordpress.com/ Áine Órga

    Paying close attention to the seasons and changes and growth and release around me in nature is a huge part of my practice. The Wiccan wheel of the year works well for me because my place is Ireland – so it really is getting cold coming up to Samhain! But yes, I think my practice would look different depending on where I live.


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