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A Really Excellent Pagan Blog!

It has been a complaint of mine for quite some time how few really wonderful, spiritually reflective Pagan blogs I have found. There are good Pagan travelogues, news and political commentaries, podcasts and so forth... but very, very few blogs that discuss personal spiritual experiences in real depth.

So I'm so happy to have found Diane Sylvan's Dancing Down the Moon. What a terrific blog! Some of her entries, like her most recent, where she explains "Why the Rest of the World Thinks We're Wierd" are funny, but others, like her discussion of why her altar is arranged as it is, or the poetry she features, are really resonant for me.

Here's an excerpt from a recent poem:

"In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

"I will honor all life--
wherever and in whatever
form it may dwell--
on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars."

Definately one to add not just to my own personal blogroll, but to the permanent links on this blog. I've seen her book somewhere or other--_The Circle Within_, I mean; she has written others--but not yet read it. I'm going to have to go looking for it now...

Hooray! Another Pagan writer with some depth!

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Greetings Friend,

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