Thursday, July 28, 2011

Chaos in Motion

I had a thought the other day.  One I think has tried to make itself known and gone unnoticed until now.  I was thinking about how everyone needed some form of chaos in their lives in order to grow and change.  Without a challenge, situations and people stagnate and stay the same.  I believe I need to challenge myself in my religion, writing, and everyday life in order to grow into the person I’m supposed to be. 

My life goes from chaos to order and back again.  That’s why I never buy planners.  Within two months, the system no longer works for me and I need to change how I handle the different aspects going on. 

I’ve always thought this was a reason I like Persephone so much.  She changes everything over and over again.  She descends and rises, making do with what she has and leaving it all so that she can start over again.  Every time I fall I learn something new, some new way of looking at the world, some new way of living.

My thought the other day went like this:  Oh.  Eris is the change.  Persephone shows me how to deal with it.  Why the hell didn’t I think of that earlier?  No wonder chaos has been beating me over the head.

You see, I was introduced to the Principia Discordia and Discordianism back when I was a young Pagan.  I used to have a backpack with Kallisti written on one strap and Peace on the other.  I frequently would say “All Hail Eris” and I made myself a Pope.  But as I grew up, I left my wild goddess in search of a serious take on Paganism.

Now, I realize I was wrong. 

I need the spark of Eris in my life – we all do – in order to grow past my boundaries.  She is the spark that drives us to challenge ourselves.  She thrusts us into the wilds and teaches us how to live, to adapt, to become.  She’s been there the whole time I just haven’t seen her.

And so I hail Eris once again, and hope she won’t find me too interesting (or boring!).

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Donating to My Future

I recently donated to the Sacred Paths Center although I am not in Minnesota and I am doubtful I will ever make it up to Paganistan.  Why, then, did I donate?  I did it because I believe in putting my money where my mouth is, and because they didn’t plead with me for it.

The site for Sacred Paths says it all, “There are thousands of us here in the Twin Cities metro, and among us all, we can’t give $3000 a month to keep that banner standing open. What does that say—really say—about “Pagan Community”?”  The SPC have made a stand and are challenging the Pagan community to stop talking and start doing.

I could say they should have started smaller, with a lower overhead and less things going on.  $3000 a month does sound like outrageous rent to me, but I’m not from that area.  I could say I don’t have enough to donate.  After all, I am a single mom struggling to get out of debt. I could say that I will never go visit. 

Instead, I donated $10.

The center is a community center, a place that is wholly Pagan and sacred.  It isn’t a meeting room at the UU or a shelter at a park.  It is a visible, tangible place where Pagans can be Pagans and leave the sacred altar flame alight.  It is a place where other religions can see we are dedicated to our faith and here to stay.

I long for such a temple here in Central Iowa.  If I cannot support Pagan community elsewhere, how am I to support it at home?  Who else is going to want to put forth the effort to make a physical place for Pagans when Paganistan cannot keep one going?  What hope is there my Iowan temple if they can’t do it?  Therefore, I put my money in a cause I believe in. 

If ten people like me donate $10 each, that’s a $100.  But more importantly, that’s ten people willing to give of themselves to see our community grow and thrive.  That’s ten people invested in the future of our faith.