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MetaPagan: A (Deservedly) Shameless Plug

I have been enjoying the conversation swirling among several Pagan blogs, at least partly in response to the Spontaneous Blog Carnival that I wrote about on MetaPagan. It has taken a while--about six months, by my rough reckoning--but MetaPagan seems to be doing what its founders hoped it would do: facilitate a thoughtful, intelligent conversation in the Pagan blogosphere. Comments are up--cross-posting is up--and Pagans are listening deeply to one another as we talk about things that matter to us.

But one thing may be missing from MetaPagan--your participation.

What is MetaPagan? It's a daily roundup, not of links to Pagan writing or to stories about Paganism, but of the very best of Pagan blogging. Participants learn how to use our del.iciou.us tag system--it's not hard, and we've got a guide to get you started--and whenever they come across something that's truly outstanding, they flag it for you to read.

There are hundreds of Pagan blogs. But--can we talk?--a lot of them aren't very good. And none of us write something earth-shaking every single day.

But with a service like MetaPagan, instead of being overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of Pagan blogs out there, or of essays posted each week on The Witches' Voice, you can focus on the posts that have gotten readers interested and excited--the ones that are contributing to the ongoing conversation about Pagan religion, Pagan culture, and Pagan activism.

You can join us in promoting the work of other good Pagan writers on your own blog, by installing one of the MetaPagan widgets on your web page or blog. It's free, and it's easy: simply click on the blue "Get Widget" button below the MetaPagan feed blidget on our sidebar, or on the sidebar of any of the participating blogs already carrying the feed. (You can get our feed as a Facebook app, or a Google Gadget, too.)

Feel overwhelmed by the volume of good posts recommended by MetaPagan? Consider mounting a sidebar blidget for one of our specialized categories, like Pagan Books, Pagan Parenting, or Interfaith work. Your participation can be as broad, or as specialized, as your interests.

MetaPagan has the potential to become a powerful tool, linking Pagan writers together in a web of online community. We'd like you to be a part of that. Please consider installing a MetaPagan feed reader on your web page or blog today. And, next time you come across a story that's really first rate, consider tagging it, for the whole Pagan world to read.

Comments

What a fabulous idea! I'm a amateur Pagan blogger, but a librarian by trade. This concept gets my brain fires going. (Puts on Librarian hat ) Engage!
Anonymous said…
And well deserved indeed. You are the Ratatoskr, interconnecting all the twigs, branches, limbs, trunk and root of the World Tree. I can't thank you enough for what you do.

blessings,
david
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