Another Pagan Blog
I hated learning how to read. I struggled and fought against it as long as I could. Reading meant sitting down with a book in hand, and who wanted to do that when the sun was shining outside and there were so many fun games to play. It was probably because of this that my mom always thought (and in later years I'm inclined to agree) that I'm a tad ADD.
But the older I got the more of a refuge my books became. In them I was able to escape the mundane, the complete ordinaryness of the world around me. So when I found two books with the feel of a fairy-tale but with something more...something fantastical, I fell in love.
I don't remember which of the two books was first. I do remember my first encounter with each of them.
The first was a series of books. The Chronicles of Narnia. Particularly the first book, "The Magician's Nephew" was the one that really struck a cord in my starved soul. Imagine, slipping on a ring and being transported to another world. Nevermind the depravity of a man expirementing on his own nephew and another young girl. I wanted to change places with those kids, to be able to walk the halls of a dieing world, wondering what it would feel like to have a sun beating down on me with the strength of ten suns, feeling my skin burn but knowing that I was somewhere Else, somewhere that was not, (as I would come to call it in High School) Mundane Earth. And then there was Narnia. A New World. A world that anything planted would grow, be it a seed or a light-post.
Magic called my name, and it spoke with a Lion's roar.
And the best part was, I couldn't get in trouble for falling in love with this series, for wanting to go back and read it again and again. It was a Biblical Analogy written by one of the most prominent Christian writers of his time.
The first time I stepped into Narnia was in my first experience with a school outside of Homeschooling.
My mom had started a job at the public library, and couldn't homeschool anymore. Some friends of ours owned a private school. It was a very small Christian school, just one step up from the old schools where every age of student would be taught by one teacher. In this school there was four or five grades taught by one teacher, and a T.A. once in awhile. We were given assignments and expected to sit quietly and work on them on our own. If we had questions we could ask, but the teacher rarely addressed the class as a whole.
After lunch was typically agonizing. After lunch was when the teacher would read to the whole class. I hated this because I've always had a problem following what someone else is saying if all they're doing is reading out of a book.
But I was lucky in the second semester. The books were of Narnia. And not only did they open a new world for my imagination, but they opened a new world for me spiritually. One I wasn't entirely aware of at the time, nor would I become aware of it for another 5 or 6 years.

The other book I discovered at the library. I've known the children's librarian there since my mom had worked there, in about sixth grade. She recommended a few books for me, which I take home, and get into reading. One of these I read in about a day, the first kind of book that I've read that I can't put down. (Not Harry Potter, that came out the following year). It's a book called Moorchild, about a changeling who grows up with human parents convinced she herself is human, except she never really fits in. Once she reaches 12 she starts to remember and to see the wee folk again. Basically it's a coming of age novel, but with fae instead of a person. It was a fantastic book, and stuck with me for-ever-after. For the first time I started to doubt the convictions that had been drilled into me that there was only one world, one direction. I began to think, in a fashion, like a Changeling.

Until next week I am Tasho WolfSpark. An ex-born again, bisexual, pagan!


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