(In honor of International Pagan Coming Out Day, I write to you a story about the birth and youth of a modern Pagan.)
Once upon a time, I was a very quiet child. Being very kind, I made friends quite easily. The more I learned of the world, the more I stayed silent, inspecting it from my position. And though I'm still quite an introverted person, there are some things in this sacred world, in my beloved life, which cause passion to flow through so strongly that this mouth opens and a cry is heard.
I was born of magic.
Stepping up to the Anvil, I lick the metal with my scorching blue flame tongue. Blade dances, twirling in, out, and about, the wind wafting the smell of sweet bread through hair and heart. Like a snake I strike the metal with piercing blows and cool it down with an opened Heart, passion of the deep, dark waters, quenching the thirst of connection, spilling out unto the earth. Magic is afoot . . . Reach up and strike below, be whole at the Anvil!
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Thursday, May 2, 2013
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