Most green witches find the use of the word “magic” to be irrelevant. Magic implies something out of the ordinary. But to a green witch the mundane is magical. When she senses, responds to, and gently nudges the flows of natural energy around her, nothing could be more natural. She’s performing natural magic. Nature itself is magical. The everyday is sacred for the green witch.
The Way of the Green Witch, by Arin Murphy-Hiscock
Why can’t there by more of this kind of book on nature-based religions? I just want to feel the deep sense of comfort and purpose, to strive to be the best and happiest I can be, and have something I can look to in trying times (such as those with the house and money that I am currently experiencing) without being subtextually instructed to purchase a crushed-velvet cloak from the Celtic Faire.