
Both Jeff and I are heathen, though our applications in ritual and life differ. The story of how I came to be a practicing heathen from a Roman Catholic family is best left for multiple posts some other day. I work across religious lines as often as I can and am a strong advocate for religious diversity and understanding. Our world is getting smaller and it takes all kinds of people and hearts to make up the tapestry; those strands shouldn't be limited to one way, one color, one path.
We have two dogs - Skye (Jeff's first dog. Some mix of Husky/Akita/Malmut, 70 pounds of fluffy lapdog who things my chickens are feathery treats) & Brody (Some mix of Aussie Shepherd/Shar Pei, 65 pounds of not quite so fluffy lapdog who is both a loudmouth and a complete pansy). There is also a cat in the mix, Mr. Henry who, like the dogs, was a rescue. Previously we had Mysti, a sweet black cat who passed away July 13, 2012 after 17 wonderful years.
What began as an exercise is becoming a full fledged labor of love. I am exploring the nuts and bolts of what it means to be to me to be heathen, family history, the history of our 103 year old home, and the mechanics of living graciously. I make mistakes - I will make them here certainly - and I love a good, thoughtful debate. I do not expect everyone to agree with me and likewise, I will not agree with everyone, but I want to hear others and explore their reasons for believing what they believe.
My goal is to write weekly over the next year at least exploring my spirituality, home, neighborhood, and myths. I hope that you'll join me in this endeavour, ask questions as they come up, and enjoy the exploration with me.
... and I promise to work on the picture quality. Really.
ENK
August 9, 2013
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