I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, 2. 1
Women’s Herbal Conference, Glastonbury Goddess Conference, West Kentucky Hoodoo Rootworker Heritage Festival, and other gatherings.
The Pagan Unity Festival was about ten days ago and I had the honor and the pleasure to teach some classes there this year. I've taught at this festival for several years and the people who attend the workshops are attentive and curious--what teacher could ask for more? I taught a class on Basic Practical Magic, another on Healing Magic and a late night session on banework.
Before we went out to the CCC-built state park that houses the festival, my friend Star and I went to the Parthenon. I'd been there a couple of times before and always enjoy the thrill of it all--the Parthenon in Nashville. It's also fun to watch the other visitors' reactions to the Grey-Eyed Protector of ancient Athens....
I don't know if it is the insistent trudging of February, my time of life or the world of the world but I am weary of words. Your words. My words. All the words. The Pagan community is arguably one of the most educated in the country and we have so much to discuss as the religious movement changes and grows. We parse language, we foment revolution, we whine, we rejoice.
But we do rather a lot of arguing. About all sorts of things large and small....
It's also St Stephen's Day, which reminds me of that song--St Stephen's Day Murders.
For decades now, Boxing Day has been a sacred retreat day, which sounds pretty fancy until I tell you that I stay in my pajamas all day and write thank-you notes and switch over all the data into my new calendar. I eat leftovers--or I eat cake all day--and I read a book or watch a movie....