Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
The Salt in the Stew
On this Midsummer's Eve
Like many of us, I've found myself thinking about the divisions in American society and what to do about them.
I've also been thinking about pagans and our role in the larger society.
Here's the metaphor.
Venison Stew
You sear the venison. While it's browning, you saute the onions.
You add the venison, the water, the vegetables: carrots, potatoes, maybe some tomatoes. Some red wine won't hurt, either. Herbs, if you like them.
Then you add the salt.
Compared to the volume of the other ingredients, there's not much salt. To an entire pot of stew, you add maybe a teaspoon.
But that teaspoon transforms everything.
While we look to the Repaganization of the West, the sad fact is that pagans are few in number in America, and will continue to be so for the foreseeable future.
(It's interesting to note, though, that—few though we may be—we're pretty much everywhere.)
No matter.
When it comes to stew, a few small pinches of salt are all it takes to season an entire pot.
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