I'll start with the disclaimer that I have never been a practitioner of Wicca or one of the other neo-pagan religions. But I have felt the draw of paganism, and it's actually one of the things that keeps me from atheism.
In my early twenties, I was wrestling with the faith I'd been taught in childhood. Some of what I'd been taught was clearly, demonstrably false. So, what about the rest of it? Is any of it true? Does God even exist?
As I teetered thus on the brink of atheism, G. K. Chesterton (of all people!) called my attention to the pagans -- not the 20th century ones, but the ancient and medieval ones. Many, many people throughout the centuries have looked at the trees and the rivers and the sky and have seen a sacred Something there. I think that's worth paying attention to. As people later try to describe their experiences of the sacred, the words may be mistaken. I don't think trees are gods in themselves, so the theology is something that needs to be worked out. But are the pagans right, that there's a sacred Something there? I think so, or at least I hope so, and pursuing that Something has been a great part of my life's journey in the decades since.
I found my path in a version of Christianity that values and embodies the Sacred, and that doesn't require me to affirm things that are demonstrably false. I am Christian, and my present church is a good, nurturing home for me. But I will always think of pagans as my friendly cousins who stood between me and atheism, and who helped keep me from losing my way entirely.