As of this Imbolc, I will have been a pagan for three years. And I never could have guessed that my path would lead me here in such a short period of time.
I started out, as many of us do, with the usual collection of books – Buckland, Cunningham, even (and I hesitate to admit this) Silver Ravenwolf. (It was my mother’s copy from the early ’90s. What do you want from me.) Okay, okay – I admit it, then I dropped money on Solitary Witch. And read it cover to cover. Look how far I’ve come since then!
I struggled with this week’s topic. Originally I had planned to use this D for “Doing It Wrong”, because I am always paranoid that I am doing this whole business wrong. But the way this week has gone has convinced me to use this topic instead.
I’ve noticed that the online pagan community is at the very least more open about mental illness than nearly any other community I’ve been a part of. Even at my college, which averaged a rate of approximately one student suicide per year while I was there, seeking counseling or even being open about mental issues was still highly stigmatized. The counseling center had a separate side entrance, which to me made it seem like students were “sneaking” in. I took advantage of the services offered, not least because they were free, but now that I’m a Real Live Adult (TM) with a bachelor’s degree and everything, I find myself broke and uninsured, and in this country that combination doesn’t lend itself well to seeking therapy.
And I have definitely noticed my depression affecting my practice. Read More…
(Thanks to a recalcitrant laptop, I’m a day late on this one – but thankfully not a dollar short.)
People like to say that paganism is all about nature, about the interplay of trees and waves and moon cycles and the Wheel of the Year. And for some people, they’d be right. I wanted a part of that nature-based system so badly I could taste it, but my heart has ever been drawn, in the end, to concrete and steel and limestone, asphalt and electricity and the steady thrum of life as she is lived.
I guess it’s no surprise that I find myself now honoring the city of my birth, my City, as what approximates a land spirit. (Warning: Rambling within.)
(Yes, that’s right, I’m being a rebel and going ABCD…instead of AABB etc. Because…reasons.)
I’m going to start this off by saying that if I do have a godphone, or godradio, or whatever the kids are calling it nowadays (she says as if she is not in her early twenties…), it’s a 2005 Motorola Razr that has been stepped on. Twice. And thinks it’s serviced by Bell Atlantic. Point being, I am dense and not good at picking up on subtle clues and gods knocking on my head for years.
Let’s talk about Bast.
A little late to the party, but here I am! And not too far behind.
Hi everyone! I’m Beriani (rhymes with “pear tree caw knee”…I am not good at this), but I’ll probably be going by Beri for short, and this is my brand spankin’ new WordPress blog! Mostly I’ll be doing PBP posts here, and perhaps the occasional in-depth non-PBP spiritual post, since my tumblr is basically a fandom blog run by a witch these days, instead of the blog of a witch with fandoms. Them’s the breaks, I guess.
So since I am a) new and b) late, I figure my first post should be about who I am and my spiritual practice.
Hoo boy. Strap in, folks. This is going to be a ride.