Today, for the first time in perhaps ever, I went to church. I’ve always considered myself deeply entangled with spirituality, but rejected many aspects of Christianity that related to guilt, repentance, and denying yourself indulgences and pleasures. As a self-identified Maenad, I find that I am at my spiritual peak when experiencing life to it’s fullest. It never made sense to me that we should be born into this world for the purpose of being sorry.
The church I went to was a Unitarian Universalist church. To quote their official website, “Unitarian Universalism is a theologically diverse religion that encourages people to seek their own spiritual path.”
As a God-believing universe-praying spell-casting pantheist witch, I felt right at home! Their messages spoke directly to my core being, expanding upon values of loving your neighbor, loving yourself, allowing yourself to experience life’s gifts, and giving back to your community. The sermon included a frank discussion about ending white supremacy, and honestly, my favorite phrase – “Eat those apples! Bake an apple pie!”.
The sermon also included a full recitation of this incredible poem, nodding it’s head to the specific pleasure-moments of life, and welcoming back the reign of spring. I was so touched by this writing I felt the need to share it with all of you now, on this little blog, that has more to do with fashion than with faith. Without further adieu:
Try To Praise the Mutilated World