The Silly Holiday
I used to host retreats on what is popularly known as “Celtic Spirituality.” I was good at it, largely because I found the whole concept a relief from a particularly patriarchal and oppressive church experience I was caught in. I focused on the seasons and poetry and art and the holiness of the ordinary. We wrote protective prayers and celebrated outdoor Eucharists and memorized Yeats. It was lovely and it felt good and there was a lot of truth and insight in it that I still cherish. But I began to notice a problem.