Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Everything I Know About Paganism, I Learned from Lake Erie

In those days, I didn't know how to be pagan.

Lake Erie taught me how.

When you live near a large body of water (“large” meaning you can't see to the other side), life is relationship. You come to know the Lake as individual. You come to understand that it's not just a thing: it's a Being.

This Being, vast, becomes intrinsic to your thought-world. Consciously or not, on some level it becomes a constant Presence.

Even cowans feel it.

But for pagans, this is religion. Relation is its essence.

Earth, Sun, Thunder, Fire, Wind, River, Lake: to These Mighty Beings, we say You.

This is our paganism.

So the Mighty Water taught me.

O Erie, Lake so mightily ill-used: to You, to the end of my days, my thanks and praise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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