Chicago Witch: Witchy Living in the Windy City
A perspective of a modern, urban Witch who strives to balance faith with family and career.
My experience at Pagan Spirit Gathering 2014, Pt 4 of 9
Tuesday, June 17th:
I woke up to things feeling really clammy and damp. I made another mad dash to the bathroom, but this time, I remembered to have my toolbox with my bathroom kit ready to go, tucked in a corned inside the car. I threw on my robe and shower shoes, grabbed the toolbox and towel and made the “Hooooold it! Hoooold it!” chant as I headed over. I admit I often make fun of my husband when he’s in the bathroom and vocally expresses his relief, but in this case, I was the one to mock. The showers were pretty nice, though they really needed some hooks for my towel and robe. Again, Prudy McPrudeson reporting here, and leaving my robe and towel in the cubby, where others can see my stretch marks, saggy breasts, big flat ass and bush does not work for me.
I am also a girly girl on top of a city girl and a morning person, so by the second wakeup, I could tell I was a lot different from the other people in the shower house. When I brush my teeth, I hum a tune to make sure I’m brushing long enough, per the advice of my dentist. And when I do that, I get into it. Humming and shaking my tailfeather to “Rock and Roll All Night” garnered me some annoyed glares, but meh. I’m on vacation, too. And my regimen of blow drying and straightening my hair, doing my makeup and generally taking up one of three sink spaces earned me a frowny face. But I got in super early, as in 6am, so what the hell?
Because it was so clammy, I needed some warm clothes and hot tea in me right away. When I left, I saw some folks over at the pavilion next door where Marty Townsend brings her Kreuig machine. I’m not a coffee person, but I do like some hot caffeine in the morning. So I went back to my site, used my electric teapot to get some hot water, made myself some Earl Grey (you dignified tea, you!) and walked back up there to say hi to folks. I also slipped on my “chair sweater”, as I actually needed it! (Anyone who works in an air conditioned office knows what a chair sweater is.) It warmed up later that day, so I was able to strip the sweater and got two more paintings knocked in. I also had time to say hi to the kitties again!
I was actually pretty busy on Tuesday. Not only did I get more paintings done, but I also did my workshop on Cheerleading, which was a lot of fun. What? Pagans and cheerleading? The hell, you say! But really, it’s just another way to introduce dance and chant with your works. You take a simple music beat, mixed with basic chants, and you can, by yourself or with others, choreograph some movement to bring it all together. And of course, “team colors” get involved, too. One woman who participated, she told me she had zero dance and rhythm skill. But by the end of the workshop, she was free dancing! Yes! That by itself made putting my workshop together, and dancing around in the heat and humidity, in front of a group of 20-30 people twenty feet away doing another workshop, totally worth it.
(I hung up my pom poms just to prove the tissue paper would stay dry! LOL)
I also had the chance to walk around the entire site and snap pictures for the Parade of (Campsite) Homes. Let me tell you: Some people really know how to kick that roughing it thing to the curb! Me, I’m more in line with practicality, but others bring “All the things!” and make a true home away from home with all of the creature comforts. I’m talking real sinks, honest to goodness beds, pantries, lighting, chandeliers, sofas, proper place settings with real (unbreakable) dishes and silverware, and so on. One group even had a large inflatable pool! If I had more towing capacity, or a storage locker, I’d be doing that, too. Then again, it already took me nine hours to set up my camp, so how much further can one person take things?
While I was out snapping pictures, I met someone who was attending for his first time. He was going through the Sage Rite of Passage, and let me tell you, his heart was probably one of the most open I’ve ever felt – which yes, he chose that as his name. I was immediately drawn to him, and I was in a rather focused frame of mind, but I had to take a few minutes to stop and say hello. Every time I ran into him since, even if I was doing the Hoooold it! chant, I found it important to make some time.
By the time I had finished, I was pretty beaten down from all the heat and exercise I had gotten, and I wasn’t planning on reopening my booth for another forty-five minutes, so that was the perfect time to go wade at the beach. Yes, there is a large pond there with a sandy beach. Not. Too. Shabby. And that water is naturally very soft, so I did a lot of floating so I could get my hair, which is royally abused, to a soft, silky state. It costs me a pretty penny here at home to get the same feel, and I got some good hydration in me from the water seeping into my skin. I also loved how nice my new two-piece looked on me, so I honestly wore my swimsuit the rest of the night with just a sarong wrapped on me.
I can’t remember too much more I did that night, though I’m sure it involved more fun with cooking, tearing things down for more rain warnings and drinking. I’m not much of a drinker, so I can assure you what I consume at PSG is more than I do the rest of the year.
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