In my earlier video all about paganism I mentioned that I had come to paganism from a background of being a strong Christian. I totally get if it seems weird that this happened to me – or maybe not so weird? After all, the two faiths seem so different. There had to be some strong motivation for me to make the leap from one to the other.
Well, I started out crafting a post about Yule and how I spent last Sunday night, but as happens so often to writers, things took an unexpected turn. It’s not so much that writing this post went somewhere I didn’t expect; it’s that my Yule itself went somewhere I didn’t expect – plus every time I sat down to write this entry, a whole new point in the argument opened up. Because on Sunday, instead of having a regular, run-of-the-mill pagan Sabbat celebration like so many others before it, I ended up confronting the very deep question of how I, as a vegan, can continue to be so devoted to a spiritual path that revolves around the glorification of hunting, something I greatly disapprove of.