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An edition to our ongoing series of Sexuality and Spirituality essays.
“There is a story that belongs to this night, and it does not blush at the word sex. It is not salacious, and it is not quaint. It is serious in exactly the way harvest is serious, and weather, and whether there will be enough to carry a community through winter. On or near Samhain—our Halloween—the generous god called the Dagda meets the shape-shifting Mórrígan at a river ford. They have sexual union, and in that covenant she promises strategy and protection for the battles ahead. The tale binds erotic power to survival and to the land, making desire a vow rather than a secret.”
An edition to our ongoing series of Sexuality and Spirituality essays.
“There is a story that belongs to this night, and it does not blush at the word sex. It is not salacious, and it is not quaint. It is serious in exactly the way harvest is serious, and weather, and whether there will be enough to carry a community through winter. On or near Samhain—our Halloween—the generous god called the Dagda meets the shape-shifting Mórrígan at a river ford. They have sexual union, and in that covenant she promises strategy and protection for the battles ahead. The tale binds erotic power to survival and to the land, making desire a vow rather than a secret.”