I need to remember this when I feel down and hopeless.
One of the core messages of Paganism that means the most to me is that This Life Matters. My Body Matters. Sex Matters. My Relationships — with my Landbase, my Watershed, my Bit of Earth, my Goddesses, my Fae, my Family and Friends, my Livelihood, my Magical Community, my Polis — Matter.
I grew up Catholic, in a religion and a culture that discounts this life, shames female bodies and the act of being a woman, demonizes sex, and devalues relationships with any entity other than the one, true, male God. I grew up Catholic in a religion that tells you that this world doesn’t matter; what’s important is some literal pie-in-the-sky life after death. None of which ever felt “right” to me. So finding Paganism was a revelation . “All acts of love and pleasure are rituals of the Goddess” shook the ground beneath my feet. What if it…
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