As I have walked through my Priestess year, I’ve returned to authors and books on feminist spirituality that I read (or in some cases tried to read) in my early 20s when I first found this path. I lacked the religious studies vocabulary, exposure to theology and philosophy, and (quite honestly) life experience to wade my way through what are elegant
but complex arguments. Even those I made my way through have a different type of power now that I am able to engage with them differently. Right now, I’m slowly savoring Carol P. Christ’s Rebirth of the Goddess: Finding Meaning in Feminist Spirituality, and it’s reaffirming for me why she is, along with Starhawk, my favorite thealogist and Goddess scholar.
It was in my daily reading of Christ that I stumbled on this quote from Starhawk’s Dreaming the Dark — another book I’ll be re-reading, this time along with my circle — and it spoke to me and the feelings of hopelessness I’ve had in the past few days.
“The ritual, the magic, spins the bond that can sustain us to continue the work over years, over lifetimes. Transforming culture is a long-term project…If we cannot live to see the completion of that revolution, we can plant its seeds in our circles, we can dream its shape in our visions, and our rituals can feed its growing power.”
The rituals, the magic, the circles are what sustains us. They are the places where we create change, where we plant the seeds of a new world that we may never see, where we dream into being a new way of living on and with the Earth, with and among each other.
It is time, even as Winter approaches, even as the dark comes, for us to plant the seeds of revolution.
This post is mirrored at my PaganSquare blog, Third Wave Witch