Category: Going to Church
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How a Pagan Goes to Church – You Can Go Home Again
You can go home again, regardless of how much has changed. Your energy is forever in your footsteps, left on that land, & the energy of that place is forever in you. No matter where I travel on this planet or how many fascinating things I witness in other cultures and lands, “home” to me…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church: Steel Yourself for Magnolias’ Surprise
With the decor of the Cathedral of Nature turning autumnal, I’m looking back at the spring and summer months and all their beauty but especially thoughts of magnolias. A Childhood of Tree-Climbing I grew up in a remote area of South Georgia with huge Southern Magnoliatrees in my yard and in my childhood friend’s yard.…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church: Woodpecker Totem Song
In this week’s Cathedral of Nature, I was greeted by my resident woodpecker in the backyard. Technically, he wasn’t in my back yard. This tree is on community property about six inches from my property line. The pine died around the time Hurricane Opal (1995) hit my home and, while I removed other damaged trees…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
This week in the Cathedral of Nature…. Here in hot, sunny Florida, the temp has suddenly cooled. This is why I love September and October so much–that feeling of abundance and harvest, yet the stifling heat is gone. September seems to be full of spiders! Somehow, I always associate September with hurricanes, golden orb spiders,…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
If a pagan goes to church in the Cathedral of Nature, then there’s no finer carpet than this beautiful green moss under my bare feet on a Sunday morning. As a child, I always loved finding this kind of moss on the ground, thick and lush. I never dreamed that my side yard would one…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
In today’s visit to the Cathedral of Nature, the morning raindrops were still on the elephant ears and roses in the garden. When I first moved into my house, the former tenants had planted shrubs in the front garden, punctuated by elephant ears. Each leaf was wider than my chest and brought to mind some…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
This week’s visit to the Cathedral of Nature as always brings wonder and joy to my heart. Last year, I picked up an unusual lily in the supermarket, brought it home, and let it bloom out. When the lily had died back a bit, I planted it at my front door, half-convinced that I’d never…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
I worship in the Cathedral of Nature, the Church Not Built by Hands. Years ago, a Christian friend who had left the Lutheran church and later the local Methodist church remarked to me that she’d started “going to church” every Sunday morning. That was a surprise to me, mainly because she was very ill and…