I don’t really enjoy talking about my little blog.
I’d rather just tell the stories.
Stories are powerful.
They can shape the world, if we let them.
For almost five years, I have been telling stories about that time when the gods of the ancient world began to make themselves known among the people again, and when those people rose up and fought for recognition and equal standing among the monotheists and the atheists who had for so long shaped the world in their own image.
When I started this blog, back in April of 2012, there was a certain optimism in the air, a feeling that real progress was being made in this world, and so much of it by those who had previously moved quietly through their lives, without a voice of their own.
This wasn’t a new feeling, mind you. I’d felt it growing, very slowly at first, yet gaining momentum, for many years. I know it was growing before I was even aware of it, before I was even around to be aware of it. We, as a culture and as individuals, are just beginning to wake up, in bits and pieces, to some rather unexpected realities concerning ourselves and our place in the universe.
Such awakenings can be difficult.
We cling to the fantasies we have built up around ourselves.
We hold fast to the familiar and push back when our expectations are threatened.
In 2016, a great many of us pushed back, HARD!
But such reversals are common in stories like ours, and while they may leave deep scars, they serve a deeper purpose in the narrative.
I don’t feel the same optimism in the air that I felt when I started this blog.
I feel determination. And when it comes to actually getting things done, I’ll take an ounce of dogged perseverance over any amount of simple optimism you can muster.
I have written something on the order of One-Hundred and Eighty-Three Thousand words…,
Including the ones you are reading right now.
There were several times, along the way, when I thought I was done.
Now, I know that I am only getting started.
But I want to do more.
Mine is one small voice in a rising chorus, and if that’s all I am ever able to contribute, I know that I can be satisfied with that.
But in addition to hitting my 200th post, it is my birthday this week, so I’m thinking big.
Here then is my wish list for the years to come.
I’d like to see a free counseling service for people who follow alternative religions, like a crisis hotline, manned by folks from within the pagan community, and geared toward helping those who are drawn toward pagan beliefs to navigate their own emotions, as well as dealing with family and friends who may not understand.
I’d like to see specialized legal counseling and litigation services made available, specifically geared toward helping people from our religious communities deal with issues such as workplace harassment, adoption and custody negotiation.
And finally (and perhaps most ambitiously), I’d like to see a school. Not some knockoff Cherry Hill Seminary masters program, but instead a continuing education program, focusing upon an array of topics, some of interest to general audiences, but many geared toward our specific faith communities. Offerings such as: Basic Wilderness Survival, Blacksmithing, Urban Herb Gardening, Aromatherapy, Book Binding, and Geomancy.
It’s a big list and I don’t know how to make any of those things happen.
But I want to try.
And I’m going to need help.
We’re going to have to tap into all that determination that I feel welling up around us.
We’re going to have to push forward, together, to reshape the world in an image we can all be happy with. And I’m going to be reaching out to many of you.
So don’t be surprised.