When I try to find images of desire-filled priests, I often wander into beefcake. Not that I don't mind beefcake, but it's frequently not expressing a connection to spirit or connection to the numinous side of nature. Maybe desire is the wrong word; maybe I mean fervor.
Sometimes when I follow what can best be called radical fairy pins, I feel like I'm getting closer, but again it usually turns into lithe young men coyly arching their taut and lichen-clad bodies in the middle of a field. Or illustrations of a heterosexual Cernonus flexing his eight-pack abs and wearing an afterthought. Or pictures of random scruffy looking guys who've taped deer antlers onto their heads.
I really know when I've followed the wrong pin when all the images become frolicking Celtic fairies crap.
I sometimes have better luck following pins of Ancient Greek rhytons and other pottery, if only because they actually paint religious-feeling scenes of men presenting libations.
Oh well... imagining a spirituality which speaks to me is a work in progress.
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