Why I Am A Wiccan

Here I stand, I can do no other.

Wicca is my tribe, my sangha, my dharma. Even when other Wiccans drive me crazy, they are still the people of my heart.

Since I was a child, I have loved the land and the Moon and the trees and the old gods and goddesses. They called to me. I love wildness and wilderness. I love to look up at the stars in wonder. I love knowledge (from science, history, archaeology, and magic).

My Craft celebrates life, and love, and sexuality in all its forms.

It respects other paths to connection with the Universe.

There are no required beliefs or dogmas to conflict with reason or the evidence of my senses. My Craft is experiential. As the great Terry Pratchett put it, “Witches don’t believe in the gods. It would be like believing in the postman.”

It’s not a faith, it’s a practice and a way of life, a way of relating to the world around me with awe and love and wonder and joy. The symbols and rituals strengthen my sense of connection to all that is.

[part of the “Why I am a…” Patheos blogging challenge]

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