Every time I write a post thematically similar to the post that precedes this one, at least one person asks, “Why do you continue to let this kind of people in your life?”
Simple question, right? Sure. But the answer comes in complex folds. The first bit has to do with the reason why I started writing Pagan Culture: to show a glimpse into a Witch’s life. I’ve always thought that the only way—okay, perhaps not the only, but an effective way—to let others see what we are about is to show them. So I opened my virtual window and began to show the public everyday life through the eyes of a dark fiction writer who happens to be a Witch.
Anyone following this blog for more than a few months knows that I have a wild heart, a soul that finds comfort in dark and light, I love words, I’m intrigued by people, I’m quite vocal when it comes to my Piano Man’s sexy bits (and to pretty much everything else), I’ve made some rather stupid mistakes, I’ve accomplished some wonderful things (and messed up others), I’ve lost a little brother who took a huge chunk of my heart with him, I still have a big brother who is nothing like me but who was my first hero, I love my father more than I love coffee (and that is a whole lot of love), I embrace diversity and eclecticism, my definition of spirituality is independent from religiosity…
…I believe in the words of Philo of Alexandria, in order to create community I can never forget to “Be kind, for everyone [I] meet is fighting a great battle.”
Some are probably telling themselves, “You know Witch? You could have answered the ‘simple question’ with the last sentence. The 128 words about what you believe in, or have lived, and whatnot, aren’t really necessary.”
But those of you who have been fighting the same battles understand that without a living foundation the words of Philo hold very little meaning. I continue to allow people—who can sometimes be hurtful—into my life, because I believe that in their heart of hearts they believe they are fighting for my soul. I know my soul needs no fighting for, but they don’t know that. I’m hoping all this sharing will take us to a balanced place where they can say, “Oh wow, I guess the Witch is all right, even if she doesn’t sit on my butt-numbing pew.”
Daisies might look fragile, but anyone who has ever taken the time to watch them grow knows they are extremely strong. Someone who has never gardened might feel the need to protect the flimsy-looking flower. Sometimes, we need to let the non-gardeners do their thing… at least for a bit… maybe until they realize that a daisy enjoys the rain, so a seemingly protective umbrella is only keeping a wild flower from the joys offered by Nature.
via Dantes 2nd Inferno