[Originally posted on my column, Witch on Fire, on Patheos Pagan Channel.]
This month at Patheos there is an ongoing discussion on the “Future of Faith in America” asking each of us to answer this question:
Why I am still a ________ (insert name of your religion here.)
Why do I still embrace this wyrdly wandering, beautiful and horrifying, rapturous and humbling path? Goooood question, my lovelies! Why, oh why, do I do this, particular, thing?
Insanity not withstanding, the first answer that pops to mind is that This Thing is just who I have always been. Whether I’m *doing* the praxis, the mechanics of religion, or not, is beside the point. Frankly, I am not a person of “faith;” either I know, and I know why, or it gets none of my power. Despite what any naysayer may think, my brand of Witchcraft has no time for “superstition” but all kinds of room for mystery, wonder and poetic, mythic truth. I can hold the space for the unknown, without succumbing to irrational fears.