Rebloging an old post on enchantment
The reason I am a pagan is the same reason I got my degree as a Naturalist or quite frankly do anything worth doing is for enchantment. I’ve been reading things about how the modern world is disenchanting. That life has lost its sense of what is enchanting or mystifying. I can only say then they are not paying attention.
If life is not enchanting for you, what is the point in being alive? Enchantment is all around us all the time you just have to look for it. If you are going through your day with your head down and never looking up there is something very wrong. There is a seagull staring at you that you missed or a dragonfly whizzing across the parking lot in front of your eyes that you just missed. There is a ladybug on the 11th floor window looking in at you. Did…
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Golden Isis by Jane Marin. You can buy a copy here.
As those of you who have been reading along know, I rarely comment on the ongoing discussions in the Pagan blogosphere. But this week, I am inspired by some current posts and commentary about the “re-enchantment of the world” over on Patheos Pagan and Witches and Pagans. I believe the discussion was started by John Beckett, whose work I often admire and who has written on this topic previously. Others added their own thoughts: Galina Krasskova: Re-Enchanting the World; Sara Amis: The World Isn’t Disenchanted. It’s You; Ivo Dominguez Jr.: Already Enchanted.
Yet the heart-cry for re-enchantment is not new. We human beings have long complained about the world’s disenchantment. German sociologist Max Weber famously decried it in the early 1900s and before him Freidrich Schiller in the early 1800s. No doubt the discussion goes back much farther than that, too.
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Lady Mother, we ask for your tears to fall
Nature burns from the lack of water.
Trees are dying
Animals have no water
Humans steal water
I pray for rain
Rain for the plants
Rain for the animals
Rain for the dry rivers and streams
We are parched
We are broken and bleeding in the desert
We plead for rain with no lightning
Please rain on our burning lands
We humans are stupid and we have mishandled
The gift of our blue ball circling the sun
We know we have harmed our home
Please help those who steal and sell your resources
To see their greed and the harm they have caused
But for now this human pleads for rain
Cool, refreshing, healing rain.
We ask for rain