I am a pagan. I have been for about 19 years. I love our many paths, our community, our arguments, our festivities. I am true to my gods and goddesses: Sun, Moon, Earth, Green, Horn, Storm, Winds, Sea and Fire. I create rituals, I help at gatherings, I practice magic, I publicly defend our ways.
But, unlike many of my pagan brothers and sisters, I don’t believe (and, yes, I practice magic, but that’s a previous post). I guess you could call me a “pagan atheist”, but don’t. I’m pagan. There is no statement of faith in our religions. There is no creed. Which means I can stand right in ritual right next to someone who does believe, and we’re both pagans. Neither of us is wrong, or bad, or less-than-authentically pagan.
Let’s leave our Christian baggage at the edge of the circle.