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  • The Illuminating Spark: My Path and Intermediate Paganism

    Some thoughts on intermediate Paganism and its relation to my path.

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    A little while ago, I read an article shared by a friend titled Entering Intermediate Paganism: Building a Cohesive, Holistic, Personal Religion. The concept stuck with me, and I felt the need to examine my current path and see how things are progressing. I’ll compare the main points with the development of my religious practice.

    The author discusses the key points of intermediate Paganism as general guidelines, along with some finer points that I will dig into.

    The first part discussed is sufficient passage of time. I have more or less been a Pagan for approximately thirteen years. I floated around for a bit before finding Celtic Polytheism in the late 2010s, specifically Gaelic Polytheism. However, the past couple years have me wondering if I’m a syncretic odd duck as I’m feeling pulled toward Brythonic Polytheism and even Gaulish Polytheism.

    I didn’t come at Paganism through a witchcraft lens like many Pagans and Polytheists did in their teens or twenties. I believe I was searching for something deeper that didn’t exist until Paganism itself had matured enough to realize there was a need for Polytheistic Monasticism.

    I have developed a daily practice with Brighid and maintained it for six to seven years. It’s part of a routine that feels integral to my everyday life, and it would feel off if I didn’t say those prayers throughout the day.

    The next part concerns accepting polytheistic theology in its totality. In this regard, there’s far too much syncretism with Brighid to do so. I try to acknowledge the saint and the goddess, as both sides are too important to the living cultures that She’s become a part of. Since I’m only starting out honoring Nodens, I’m unsure how this might affect part of my practice. It may have no influence at all.

    I didn’t have a consistent influence by churches to shape my view of the Christian God while growing up, so it had more of a pantheistic or animistic viewpoint. As far as my stance on the type of relationship I have with Brighid, it varies. Sometimes, She’s a foster-mother and a patroness, and other times, She’s a friend. These types of relationships are even stated as such in the prayers I say for Her. I’ve found She doesn’t like to be compartmentalized, and the same goes for how I relate to Her.

    She’s certainly worthy of offerings and my devotion. I can see Her through a personal lens, but also an animistic one. She’s a confidant, as much as She’s a vastly powerful being. My thoughts are that deities don’t have to necessarily be so cut and dry.

    As mentioned in the linked article, the core of my religious practice is still in formation. I’ve found myself drawn to a core connected with the hearth but also one of creativity. I’ve found that I’ve become less of a Reconstructionist and tend to follow my instincts a lot of the time. Historically accurate sources absolutely still have a place within my path, but following the sources of joy and deep meaning have just as much value to them.

    Ancestor work is becoming more important than it previously has been. Some of this may have to do with my father’s passing, but Brighid seems adamant that I pursue deities tied with my more distant ancestors. Before I’ve only studied languages or skills tied to my ancestors, but the time to go deeper is here.

    Lastly, I believe I generally apply a holistic approach in my personal religion. I observe festivals and keep up a regular prayer routine. I tend Her flame every twenty days. I try my best to uphold values that I can see as being entwined with who She is and the domains She influences. It would feel disingenuous if I attempted to box that aspect of my life into one area that’s only relevant some of the time.

    If you think of a religious practice as a house, it won’t be restricted to only one room; otherwise, it stops being a house. The different areas of the house are meant for different activities that keep those living within that house functioning in one way or another. Each room has its place of influence upon the residents, and then they carry the effects of those activities with them as they journey beyond the house and into the wider world.

    All in all, my path is a mixture of intermediate and beginner Paganism. I’ve learned to maintain a practice over a fairly significant period of time, while with others, I’m still new to things and learning as I go. As time passes, I imagine that my religious path will venture further into the realm of intermediate Paganism, and I can discuss those developments in the future.

  • The Illuminating Spark: Quiet Before the Rain

    A seasonal poem during the early summer.

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    Quiet Before the Rain

    The faint orchestra of crickets

    birds calling out on their errands

    a rhythmic hum under the clouds

    A languid rush in nature

    Hurrying ahead of thunder’s drums

    the air still with a held breath

    Tiny, orange mushrooms

    against fuzzy, green moss

    echos of autumn’s future hues

    Oak leaves so green and lush

    as an unspoken call to your heart

    a moment fleeting ‘tween then and now

    The idle wait for rain

    nature’s melodies playing out

    in the whispered silence before the storm

  • The Illuminating Spark: Prayer to the Shepherdess

    Musings from my Bealtaine celebration.

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    Happy Bealtaine! The beginning of May has brought with it mild to comfortably warm weather. This gradual change in weather is welcome because of how often it has switched from one extreme to another in previous years.

    This holiday felt like more of a refocusing of my path since the passing of my father. I admit I’ve probably been using escapism as a coping mechanism. That’s fine to a degree, but at a certain point, it can turn into a wild goose chase with no real reason.

    As usual, I held a flamekeeping shift and offered Brighid some water, incense, and a poem, which is shown below.

    Prayer to the Shepherdess

    Guide me, Shepherdess,

    as I travel on this unknown path.

    Let Your lantern bear the

    hearthfire of joy, so that

    I may kindle my heart with its flame.

    May that flame be as Your guiding star

    to light my way and to see

    obstacles and distractions.

    Aid me in my focus and devotion,

    Brighid, this day and each day,

    this night and each night.

    As it was,

    as it is,

    as it shall ever be.

    Toward the end, I pulled three staves for contemplation for the next three months. I received Beith, Nion, and Idad. I thought I remembered receiving at least one of those fids during the last time I did this kind of reading. In fact, two of them reappeared, albeit in a different order (Imbolc’s reading was Ngétal, Idad, and Beith). Perhaps I wasn’t paying enough attention during the period, but with these letters showing up again, it seems Brighid is adamant about my focus on the related subjects.

    As far as I can tell, the pattern again feels like an amplification of preparation, purification, ancestor, and identity work, in some way. With Nion’s presence, She seems to be suggesting building up a support network of ancestors. With this letter’s connection to weaving, it could also be a sign of getting back to that hobby. As time goes by, I imagine the exact nature of my reflections will hopefully become clearer.

    Until next time, have a blessed beginning of summer or winter!

  • The Illuminating Spark: Bealtaine Poem

    The fourth poem for National Poetry Month.

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    Bealtaine Poem

    Signs for you

    Hear the birds’ calls

    Radiance of summer

    Winter has gone

    Winds strong, rain-blessed

    Holy fire

    For kine and hearth

    Flowers at their height

    Abundance in bloom

    Bright fire

    Joy a thousandfold

    The cries of revelers

    High the sun

    Long its trek

    Dark gray well, encircled

    Dark green leaves

    Fan out in bounty

    Litany of birdsong

    Yellow flower, a ward

    Push back the bad luck

    Clouds gather

    Dew collected, cleansed

    Grace of warmth

    Toward longer days

    Signs of summer

  • The Illuminating Spark: Milk of Abundance

    The third poem for National Poetry Month.

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    The Abundance card from my Brighid oracle deck has been reappearing lately, so I figured Brighid is giving me a nudge to contemplate what I need most in my life and my path, especially with Bealtaine not far off.

    Milk of Abundance

    I’d like to taste

    the milk of abundance,

    that I may feel the sweet richness

    of joy in every day and every night.

    To be lifted out of sorrow in my own time,

    to be reminded of the blessings in each moment.

    to be nourished with each drop of Your cow’s

    sacred milk, to be invigorated with health.

    To feel fulfillment in my endeavors

    so that the seeds may flourish

    when they’re needed most by myself and others.

    May the holy milk quench what I search for,

    that I may not wander far from Your hearth

    and to know Your presence and aid those in turn.

  • The Illuminating Spark: Water of Ages

    The second poem for National Poetry Month.

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    Water of Ages

    The rain drums against the roof,

    as echos through time and space.

    Each drop, every ripple

    a stream on its journey.

    Never-ending, ever-cycling

    from rain clouds to the great seas.

    From a far-flung star

    to Your sacred wells.

    From feeding wisdom-laden hazel trees

    to healing ills with blessed water.

    With Primal fires sparking from the dark depths,

    Your inspiration born and gifted to Your favored.

    The fluid rhythm drums on, carrying

    the song of Creation through the ages.

  • The Illuminating Spark: Places I Find You

    The first poem for National Poetry Month.

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    With it being National Poetry Month, I will be doing a poem for each post in April. This post coincides with the start of a flamekeeping shift and the most recent full moon, so the timing is appropriate.

    Places I Find You

    Like a full moon behind clouds,

    You shine, even when obscured.

    Not there, yet there and waiting to be noticed.

    There are many places I sense You,

    in poetry, in the gestures of a handicraft

    in healing, all known and expected.

    You are there unexpectedly, lingering

    in a fleeting film scene, ingrained

    and woven deeply into a protest song.

    I feel Your sacred flame, when

    cupping a golden gem like a holy coal

    to set my heart aflame with You.

    The small Mysteries, hidden

    in plain sight yet indiscernible,

    seen only when I feel the spirit of You.

  • The Illuminating Spark: Spiritual Things

    A poem about the sacredness in small things.

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    Spiritual Things

    What is “spiritual”?

    Three syllables

    Brief, yet profoundly deep

    I can’t name what is spiritual

    Infinite in its forms

    At times ineffable

    It’s more of a sensation

    The surprise of green leaves

    that weren’t there yesterday

    but catch your eyes’ delight

    Whispered blessing over coffee

    the stir of a spoon

    now a gentle arc of a pilgrimage

    The sliding of sleeves onto arms

    as a favorite garment is donned

    only to be missed when not in use

    The soft jingle of earrings

    as fingers brush against them

    like tiny bells calling lost loved ones

    Small things

    near infinite things

    lighting the flame of my heart

  • The Illuminating Spark: Grief Blessing

    A prayer about grief and its various aspects.

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    Grief Blessing

    Brighid of Keening,

    let me feel the waves of emotions.

    comfort me when my heart aches,

    join me when recalling happy memories.

    Brighid of the Seasons,

    sow seeds of hope when I need light,

    aid me in growing a bright future,

    help me to take stock of the things I harvest,

    give me rest when I tire in the darkest of days.

    Brighid of Healing, ease my mind and my soul.

    Brighid of Smithcraft, strengthen my mind to persevere.

    Brighid of Poetry, inspire me to beauty when I may not see it.

    As it was,

    as it is,

    as it shall ever be.

  • The Illuminating Spark: An Early Spring Follow-up

    Musings before the Spring Equinox.

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    With the spring equinox only a few days away, looking back at the divination reading I did during Imbolc seemed appropriate. With this time being the midpoint, reflecting on what the staves had to say for this period so far is important, as the meanings can become clearer as time has passed.

    As a reminder, I received Fern, Idad, and Beith. They have a combination of mundane and spiritual, blending together in varying degrees. This isn’t surprising, as the physical and spiritual go hand in hand.

    Over the past year or so, a family member’s health has been declining, and I can see elements of the reading in this situation. With Fern’s ties to protection and the heart, emotions for everyone involved are difficult and vulnerable.

    This message indicates that “holding the container of milk” or being gentle with myself and my loved ones is very apparent. There’s also the love and care my relative had for his loved ones and the devotion he put into his work.

    Idad and Beith play off one another in the reading, as they contain connections to the color white. With Beith, it can be associated with purification or preparation. I think Beith could be amplifying Idad’s theme of preparation as my relative’s health worsens. He also taught me leathercraft, so it could be an aspect of Fern that relates back to continuing that skill so his memory lives on through that.

    His eventual transition does relate to my need to strengthen my ancestor practice. Some of that relates to blood ancestors, but I do eventually want to develop a sustained practice with ancestors of spirit. I suppose that could also connect me to ancestral leather craftspeople, both modern and ancient.

    Additionally, I feel Brighid’s presence in the reading. I believe my monastic practice is the nourishing milk, and Brighid is the bowl containing it. She can’t shield me from experiencing the emotions of losing someone, but I feel like Her support is there, regardless. The color white also relates to deities, not in relation to complexion, but how radiant They can be. She is like the white-hot candle flame that doesn’t burn when I’m embraced by Her warm, comforting touch.

    Spring is Her main season, even though She has influence on the other three. I don’t know the course of events in life, but I feel Brighid will be there in some measure.

    There’s still some time until Bealtaine, so I’m sure there will be more meaning to further discern from the reading. The next post will be published after the Spring Equinox, so I wish you a happy and beautiful Equinox!

    *Word kennings were taken from Erynn Rowan Laurie’s Ogam: Weaving Word Wisdom.