God the Father: Pagan Perspective on Father’s Day

My dad: Harvey Ray Hill, Sr.

My father has been dead for 13 years. He was a good guy. He was a bastard. He was human. He was my dad. I have a single picture of him, kept in the back of a book. I have never had the impulse to display or frame it. It's not a particularly good picture. But it's what he looked like when he was healthy, and I'd ratherĀ  remember that than the dessicated husk my family forced me to view in his casket. I struggled with the memory of my father for a long time. Do you love someone for the … [Read more...]

Solstice Fathers

Seems strangely fitting that Father's Day falls so close to the Solstice. In some ways, fathers are like the sun. When we are young they are larger than life, we literally look up to them, bloom under their approval, and our world rises and sets with them. I'm sitting here at PSG with the sun rising over the swimming pond and thinking about my own father. His smile was broad and bright like sunshine. I called it his possum grin. He's the one who taught me to camp and gave me a love for nature. … [Read more...]


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