Last weekend, I made the long pilgrimage to San Jose, California, where I joined about 3,000 other Pagans for PantheaCon. It was the first time I had been to California or seen the Pacific Ocean. In several ways it was also both an ending and a beginning.
PantheaCon the event didn't change my life like it may have done for many others, but that wasn't because of any lack on the part of the convention or anyone involved in organizing the events; most of the con faded in view of the enormous milestone I reached and overcame the Friday night of PantheaCon. Last week, while at PantheaCon, I went through my first degree Initiation, and that event ended up overshadowing everything else that happened to me over the rest of the weekend.