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Partial Solar Eclipse Thursday Oct. 23

October 21, 2014

On the afternoon of this Thursday, October 23rd, two weeks after the Moon passed through Earth’s shadow, the Moon will cast some of its own shadow onto Earth. For more information, check out the NASA eclipse site. Remember to take appropriate safety precautions when viewing the eclipse. America’s next total eclipse of the Sun is three years away, on August 21, 2017.

10 days left … and we’re over half way there!

October 20, 2014

zesemi3cmladexidzbsvOur Goal: To place an add for HP on the main page of The Wild Hunt.

What we need: $538

What you can do: Go to HP’s Indiegogo campaign.


You can help HumanisticPaganism place an add at The Wild Hunt, the primary online destination for news relating to and of interest to contemporary Pagans. The Wild Hunt is our third largest referrer of traffic to HumanisticPaganism.com, after Facebook and search engines. HumanisticPaganism is piggybacking on The Wild Hunt’s Fall Funding Drive.

The Wild Hunt is offering to place a graphical underwriting ad on the main page of wildhunt.org for the first 20 people to contribute $500. An ad at The Wild Hunt would greatly increase the visibility of HumanisticPaganism and draw more people to our community.

If we reach our $538 goal ($500 + $38 Indiegogo fees), we will contribute $500 to The Wild Hunt and receive a graphical underwriting ad on the main page of wildhunt.org. If we don’t reach our goal, $150 will be contributed to The Wild Hunt (making us an affiliate) and the balance will be retained for next year’s campaign.

Any contribution over $10 will get you a shout out at HumanisticPaganism (unless you prefer to remain anonymous). Contribute $25 or more and we will link to the website or blog of your choice on the front page of HP. To contribute, go to HumanisticPaganism’s Indiegogo campaign.

An Atheopagan Life: Rituals, practices, musings of an Earth-honoring atheist

October 19, 2014

HP is proud to introduce our new columnist, Mark Green, and the first contribution from his new column, “An Atheopagan Life: Practices and musings of an Earth-honoring atheist”. Mark’s column is about living an atheist, nature-honoring life. 

A 70 year-old Bosnian sunken cemetery is revealed after the Jablanicko lake dried up.

Observances Around the Year: September/October

Autumn on the North Coast of California is an odd time.

Our climate is a Mediterranean-style cycle of winter rains and a completely dry summer, and the transitional seasons are subtle in character. In fall, we experience the hottest period of the year, as while summer mornings are characterized by ocean fog that cools most days to temperate comfort, the weaker sun of September and October cannot drive the fog system so effectively. As a result, these months bring lengthy stretches of days in the nineties, parching lands which haven’t seen rain in months to what feels an aching dryness, as empty creek beds and golden-brown hills attest. Read more…

Mid-Month Meditation: “Breaths”

October 15, 2014

Editor’s note: We encourage our readers to take these mid-month meditations as an opportunity to take a short break from everything else. Rather than treating these posts the way you would any other post, set aside 10 minutes someplace quiet and semi-private to have an experience. Take a minute to relax first. After listening to the recording and/or reading the lyrics, take a few minutes to let the experience sink in. If it feels right, leave a comment.

(Chorus)
Listen more often, to things than to beings
Listen more often, to things than to beings
Tis the ancestors’ breaths, when the fires voice is heard
Tis the ancestors’ breath, in the voice of the water

(1st verse)
Those who have died, have never never left
The Dead are not under the earth
They are in the rustling trees, they are in the groaning woods
They are in the crying grass, they are in the moaning rocks
The dead are not under the earth

(Chorus)

(2nd verse)
Those who have died, have never never left
The dead have a pact with the living
They are in the woman’s breast, they are in the wailing child
They are with us in the home, they are with us in the crowd
The dead have a pact with the living

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

Note: The recording above is performed by The Flirtations.  The original was performed by Sweet Honey in the Rock.

“An Atheist’s Prayer” by Mark Green

October 12, 2014

Praise to the wide spinning world
Unfolding each of all the destined tales compressed
In the moment of your catastrophic birth
Wide to the fluid expanse, blowing outward
Kindling in stars and galaxies, in bright pools
Of Christmas-colored gas; cohering in marbles hot
And cold, ringed, round, gray and red and gold and dun
And blue, pure blue, the eye of a child, spinning in a veil of air,
Warm island, home to us, kind beyond measure: the stones
And trees, the round river flowing sky to deepest chasm,
Salt and sweet.
Praise to Time, enormous and precious,
And we with so little, seeing our world go as it will
Ruing, cheering, the treasured fading, precious arriving,
Fear and wonder,
Fear and wonder always.
Praise O black expanse of mostly nothing
Though you do not hear, you have no ear nor mind to hear
Praise O inevitable, O mysterious, praise
Praise and thanks be a wave
Expanding from this tiny temporary mouth
This tiny dot of world a bubble
A bubble going out forever
Meeting everything as it goes:
All the great and infinitesimal
Gracious and terrible
All the works of blessed Being.
May it be so.
May it be so.
May our hearts sing to say it is so.

The Author

Mark Green is an environmental organizer, political analyst, nonprofit professional, writer, musician, science and costuming geek. He likes to think about Big Stuff.  Find out more about Atheopaganism at the Atheopaganism Facebook page.

We reached 30% of our funding goal … 20 days left!

October 10, 2014

zesemi3cmladexidzbsvOur Goal: To place an add for HP on the main page of The Wild Hunt.

What we need: $538

What you can do: Go to HP’s Indiegogo campaign.


You can help HumanisticPaganism place an add at The Wild Hunt, the primary online destination for news relating to and of interest to contemporary Pagans. The Wild Hunt is our third largest referrer of traffic to HumanisticPaganism.com, after Facebook and search engines. HumanisticPaganism is piggybacking on The Wild Hunt’s Fall Funding Drive.

The Wild Hunt is offering to place a graphical underwriting ad on the main page of wildhunt.org for the first 20 people to contribute $500. An ad at The Wild Hunt would greatly increase the visibility of HumanisticPaganism and draw more people to our community.

If we reach our $538 goal ($500 + $38 Indiegogo fees), we will contribute $500 to The Wild Hunt and receive a graphical underwriting ad on the main page of wildhunt.org. If we don’t reach our goal, $150 will be contributed to The Wild Hunt (making us an affiliate) and the balance will be retained for next year’s campaign.

Any contribution over $10 will get you a shout out at HumanisticPaganism (unless you prefer to remain anonymous). Contribute $25 or more and we will link to the website or blog of your choice on the front page of HP. To contribute, go to HumanisticPaganism’s Indiegogo campaign.

“Vulture” by Robinson Jeffers

October 8, 2014

Catal Huyuk, Central Anatolia, 7400 to 6200 BC, vultures depicted reaching for headless human bodies (originals are drawn in red)

The poem “Vulture” by Robinson Jeffers expresses a religious perspective on death and afterlife that is pervasive in contemporary green spirituality. In it, Jeffers reflects on an occasion when, while lying on his back in adesert canyon in the Southwestern United States, he was once mistaken for carrion by a vulture.
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a
     bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a
     vulture wheeling high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer,
     its orbit narrowing,
     I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and
     heard the flight feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come
     nearer…
. . . how beautiful he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked,
     veering away in the sea-light
     over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be
     eaten by that beak and
     become part of him, to share those wings and
     those eyes –
What a sublime end of one’s body, what an ensky-
     ment; what a life after death.
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