Here's a great article/blog from Pagan Every Day.
This especially jumped out at me:
"But do not be complacent. If you're not feeling it, reach out. Make offerings. Do something in honour of a hero or heroine in your favourite mythic cycle. Draw something. Paint something. Dance. Sing. Honour yourself as god or goddess, if that's all that's left for you to believe in."
Enjoy!
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We all experience this in one form or another. We feel spiritually dry, or unmoved by ritual. We fear that the gods and goddesses we've worked with for years have abandoned us, or perhaps, that they don't exist at all. After years of pagan practice, we come to the conclusion that there are no gods, no powers, nothing but the natural world in all its wonder.
Some, when confronted with this kind of spiritual crisis, go looking for the next spiritual high. They convert to charismatic Christianity, or go back to the Catholicism of their childhood. Others move on to Buddhism or atheism. They pack up their altar tools and tarot cards and vow to stop wasting their time and energy on something that just isn't working for them anymore.
I've had these periods of feeling stale in my spirituality, but I've come to learn, after over twenty years of spiritual practice, that those spiritually fallow times often come to me as a signal that I'm out of balance and need to lay off the magic for a while. Or, the opposite is true, and I need to ramp up my spiritual practice. Add something new. Do something creative.
Dark nights of the soul in which we despair of ever feeling a connection to the divine again can be tests or lessons that can be overcome by a simple continued daily practice - faking it until you make it. For many, the addition of daily practice does wonders in easing us into an ongoing conversation with life the universe and everything. The daily practice acts as a bridge between times when we seem to be full of spiritual flow and creativity, and times when we feel withered up and empty.
I challenge us all to make of our spiritual journey a thing we just do. Whether we feel like it or not, whether we're inspired or not, whether we want to or not, let us all choose two or three simple things a day that we just do, no matter what, as a way to keep the lines of communication open between the gods of our understanding and our recalcitrant rational minds. Let's find a way to honour our need for something more by including something playful in our spiritual practice, whether that be fingerpainting or gardening or private dance in the nude in our temple spaces. Let's challenge ourselves to be mature pagans - pagans who don't give up when the juice seems to run dry, but persevere in practice because practice works in keeping us in the flow of the seasons, the tides of the waters, the waxing and waning of the moon. Let us see our planet as a mirror, and let us gaze into it in wonder and awe. Let that be enough when nothing else seems to be going on. Develop patience. Sit in the silence. Open your senses. Trust that while your individual perspective on deity may change, something is out there, whether it be the Universe itself, with all it's wild and unknowable wonders, or a gentle Mother Goddess who wraps you in her arms when you most need her, whether you can feel her or believe in her at that particular moment or not.
But do not be complacent. If you're not feeling it, reach out. Make offerings. Do something in honour of a hero or heroine in your favourite mythic cycle. Draw something. Paint something. Dance. Sing. Honour yourself as god or goddess, if that's all that's left for you to believe in.
Magic will happen - does happen every morning when the sun rises, when monarchs fly across an entire continent, when a new born baby cries out for its mother, when breasts fill will milk to feed that babe, when life takes us into death, and our flesh feeds new life even as our spirit moves on to other experiences.
In the fabulously wise words of your local AA chapter - it works, if you work it.
