Before the beginning, there was only desire. Desire moved the sacred into form. I don’t know if it was one form or two or if it exploded at once into many gorgeous facets of life; when God Herself whispers this story into my ear, She doesn’t always tell it the same way.
This is why I am a witch: it moves me. This story breaks my heart open to experience the suffering and gorgeousness of the world a little more deeply. These practices move me, inch by inch, towards wholeness, service, purpose, delight. Sometimes, they explode my world into so many tiny, shimmering fragments that I can’t tell creation from destruction, myself from the night sky. These are some of the most powerful and heart-wrenchingly beautiful experiences of my life.
This post is a contribution to Patheos’ Blogger Challenge, asking writers to explain their religious choices in 200 words or less.