With so many of us feeling a bit hopeless these days, I am reposting this small essay on the Dark Night of the Soul.
I read a short blog post the other day that made me sad…and sympathetic. It was by a young woman who felt she had lost the mystery of her Pagan path. The power of the rites had flown. She doubted. Her anguish was palpable in what she wrote.
Thismay have been the first time thathad happened to her.
Yet I can guarantee that, if we follow any spiritual path for a sufficient length of time, this same thing will happen to each of us. At some point, the mystery dries up. The excitement dies down. The thrill of discovery is not asthrillingas it once was. Usually, this doesn’t happen…
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