Early this year I decided to call myself the Pagan Housewife for the purposes of my blog. I felt like I needed something to encompass the subjects I write about, and since I write about aspects of daily life, my spiritual adventures, and of course, my books, then I needed something to reflect that. I am pagan. It is a label I have only assigned to myself during the past five years, and it took a lot of deliberating, because I felt that to be pagan, I had to actively do something official, you know, like spell casting. Truthfully there is nothing I needed to do. I simply need to be.
Our world is crazy. Here in western society we are put through school and college, encouraged to go out and get a job, and we are taught to conform to all kinds of ideals and moral beliefs. There is nothing wrong with this system per se, but sometimes I feel it breeds a little too much insecurity. It is easy to see the rise in health problems within our society during recent decades. More people succumb to chronic pain conditions, and more people are admitting they have mental health challenges. The pressures of modern life are simply too great. We forget to appreciate the world around us that Mother Nature created and continues to nurture. We forget to stop and admire the sky, the water, the ground, and even the air that we breathe. To be pagan is to live within the world as a nature spirit. I try to be mindful of my environment while doing the human things that I do every day. That is my version of being pagan.
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