I’m always amazed when I log in to my web site and discover that I haven’t posted anything in months. It’s the first day of August, and I haven’t posted anything since May 21st. Not that I’ve really had anything to say. I’m just surprised at how quickly the days of my life are slipping away from me. Anyway, I was never all that interested in blogging. For awhile it was a good way to communicate with friends. But now that we’ve settled out our differences and admitted that we had very little in common, I’ve mostly been focusing on work and teaching.
It’s the teaching part I’m writing about today. Without any real intent to do so, and dragging my feet a little, I’ve accepted a few students who want to learn more about my particular brand of hereditary Paganism. They’re intrigued by the idea that my beliefs came from my mother and grandmother, and not from a book in a library that mixes a lot of truth with a whole lot of rubbish. They also find it interesting that I abhor the label “Wiccan” (mostly because it’s been so abused and twisted). So I’m a witch, but not a Wiccan. I’m Pagan but not a pagan. And yet I still seem to understand a few things about the world, magick and metaphysics in general. How is this possible?
Anyway, a few younglings (to borrow a word from an excellent book I’m reading), who are, admittedly, not much younger than I am, have asked me to teach them my path. And I’ve agreed. If nothing else, since I’m unlikely to be able to have children, I owe it to my mother to pass on our beliefs and traditions in some form.
I’ve decided to use PaganCentric to do this. There’s too much angst and vitriol on my personal page to ever insert any valid spirituality, so I’m going to set aside a section of PaganCentric and post lessons and information there. I’ve been using that site as a random Pagan news outlet for years, and it has a fair amount of traffic for something that rarely gets used (around 250 visitors a day). Something should be done with it. To that end, I’ve also created a Facebook page for PaganCentric.
I’ve always been reluctant to teach anyone. Too many of my friends have taken it upon themselves to start their own little cults. Call them covens if you will, but someone with very little training always appoints herself the High Priestess and proceeds to govern the group as if Jesus has come to Earth. I’ve always been afraid of being that person. And though I’ve been the High Priestess in several groups through the years, I was never comfortable with that mantle. I was always trying to do little more than aid people in their own searches, and they were always throwing laurels at my feet. Maybe removed from the formal structure of religious observance and worship, I can actually pass along some of my beliefs without establishing a Cult of Claire (although I do like the ring of that).
Anyway, this looks to be interesting. If nothing else, it might give me something to blog about here. We all got tired of hearing me whine about my life. Hopefully this will provide a new focus.