Phew! It feels like forever since I’ve been here. But, just because I’ve been absent from this blog, doesn’t mean that nothing’s going on. Here’s a quick update on me and some of the things that are going on in my life.
My sense from a lot of other Pagan authors, of books or blogs or whatever, is that many of have had a more personal connection with our gods. Whether through meditation, ecstatic states, divination, or other means, it seems like every other person online has had some sort of numinous experience with one god or another. I haven’t had experiences of this sort, or if I have, I haven’t recognized them as such.
I struggle with personal, daily practice. But, I do have a small ceremony, developed over the last year or so, that I perform as the spirit moves me to start my day.
Words transmit meaning. We often say that they “have” meaning, as if it’s an intrinsic part of their existence. But, as we invent new meanings we, consequently, invent new words to transmit them or, sometimes, use existing words in new ways. Therefore, I say meanings have words.
Today’s writing (as “required” by my New Year’s resolution) is going to be fairly short. If writing code counted, I’d have already completed today’s installment a few times over, but alas, the slave driver who came up with these rules (i.e. me) is a bit of a tyrant. Author’s Notes The revived version of the
Ryan BellFor the last year, I’ve been reading an Ryan Bell’s blog at the Patheos Atheist channel called A Year Without God. Bell was a pastor at a Seventh-Day Adventist church for some time before resigning in 2013. Then, in January 2014 he decided to spend a year without god, exploring atheism and blogging about it on the site linked above. Now, one year later, he’s posted a retrospective on his journey, and I found one part of it truly fascinating.
Words transmit meaning. We often say that they “have” meaning, as if it’s an intrinsic part of their existence, but as we invent new meanings we, consequently, invent new words to transmit them or, sometimes, use existing words in new ways.
I thought I’d start out my first “real” post in 2015, i.e. the first one not about writing more this year, talking about the inspiring words of a Jesuit priest, Rev. James Martin.
With a new secular year comes new resolutions and a renewed sense of purpose. Or, it does if you’re me. Well, it probably does when you’re you, too, but I can’t say for sure.
I’ve always been a gamer, but the recent spate of verbal, and threatened physical, assaults on women in gaming bothers me personally and philosophically. I’m no longer willing to remain silent on the matter.