I’ve been a Pagan for 28 years. A practising Pagan for 13 years, and a hard polytheist for 3 years. Not in my wildest dreams would I consider myself as an Elder of any kind.
Missouri River by http://www.flickr.com/photos/shotaku/870553709/in/set-72157600194555080
Warning: I swear in this a few times. Please don’t be too shocked. My mouth is well-versed in the sailor’s language in person.
I looked at my calender to realize that today marks 20 years with Paganism as a conscious choice in my life. I have officially self-identified as a Pagan for more than half of my life. I remember this type of experience being thrown around as credentials for being an Elder in the community when I first started. “I’ve been a practicing Pagan for 20 years,” someone would say to qualify their argument in online spats. And I would quiet my brain. I would listen to what they’d say, thinking This person has been doing this forever, and surely they’ve discovered many truths on their path.
Standing at 20 years, you know what I feel like I know about Paganism, Polytheism, Roman What-Have-You…
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