Ritual is not therapy – initial thoughts

BOOM! Yes! And watch this blog for more on this topic from guest bloggers.

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I think I have a blog post in me about ritual not being therapy…

Maybe that’s all that needs to be said. Ritual isn’t therapy, nor should it be therapy. Therapy is valuable….ritual is valuable…and it needs to be stated that therapy and ritual approach self change in very different ways.

If we try to turn ritual into therapy, we lose the edge that is often present in dynamic, groundbreaking group religious experiences.

There’s a reason we assure ritual participants that they will be safe, but not necessarily comfortable. There’s a reason why it is clearly stated at events that ritual is not a substitute for therapy.

I’m sure I have more thoughts on this, but for now, it will suffice.

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And Freyja said …..

Spiralheart has again come to a close. I have returned with a wrung out body, a mind teeming with plans, and a soul full of sovereignty.

Before camp Freyja said:

“I cause strife.”

“Be My witness to reality.”

“Care for your kin.”

“Hold your boundaries.”

During camp She said:

“Allow imperfections.”

I have been struggling deeply in the last year with allowing the full impact of Who I Am to go where it must, untethered. Knowing I would estrange some of my beloveds, at times temporarily and other times permanently, filled me with bouts of grief and quaking fear that caused me to cling to those final strings of attachment.

Tasked by Freyja, I let go and stepped fully into myself this week.

Loving all of me is infinitely more difficult and unimaginably easier than I knew.

I hold that paradox in gratitude.

Hail the Other.

Hail Love.

Here’s where I will be next week – WITCHCAMP!!

We’re doing Freyja and Brisingamen, delving deeply into sex magic, empowerment, and how to shed the shame the world likes to cloak us with.

There shall be feasting! And ritual! And spiritual paths (4 to choose from) everyday! And optional offerings! And vendors and auction to support our Send A Witch to Camp Fund! And locally source delicious food made with loving hands! And laughter and dance and singing and bonfires and music and swimming and (some) sleep and a talent show and ….

And if you wish you had signed up – well, next year our story is Medusa!!


“She put on a lot of weight”

From the ReBlog: “The next time I hear a less than flattering comment about myself, I will not let it take root in me.”


Kathy Sebright

I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a couple of years on the fourth of July. It was hot and humid here. My sweaty hair was stuck to my face. My brave little boy was in my big yellow double running stroller, the strap tied a bit too tightly around my arm digging in. My oldest son was running behind me with my husband. I was surrounded by an amazing group of people out there representing the church we attend, showing love for our community by passing out a few thousand popsicles in the parade. My face was flushed red from the heat and the exertion of running to keep up while pushing a nearly 100 pound load and simultaneously handing out popsicles with one hand while the other steered the stroller. I handed this person a popsicle, smiled, and offered a short, but enthusiastic, “Hey there!” As I…

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