I attended a Pagan festival yesterday. I went to sell my artwork but I came away with so much more. I had forgotten just how much I missed that particular community in my life. How much I missed the spiritual, the creative, the energy of Pagans.
I had a very successful day. I sold quite a bit of artwork, found some of my old books and tarot decks new homes where they would be loved and appreciated (not stuck in a dark drawer) and spent time with one of my best friends – my younger brother.
But the energy OH the energy. I feel rejuvenated today. After the amount of artwork I had done over the last week and a half I thought I would be all art-ed out. But I’m not. The ideas are flowing more free than ever. I missed this feeling, so so much.
I kept walking by a tent with two lovely ladies in it. I liked the way they smiled as I walked by. They were offering $5 chakra reiki alignment so I took a chance and did it. I’ve never done reiki before. It was pretty amazing. I even sent my brother over after to do it as well. I’ll have to save up and see about a whole session with her someday. (I also bought a bunch of candles but we’ll talk about my smelly candle/incense obsession later) She asked me near the end if I wanted my crown left “open” and I said yes – because I want to receive energies and it might allow me to see ghosts.
All in all I had a really good time. I really really needed a day like this to come my way.
This post ties heavily into my mental health and mental illness. I think that no matter how isolated we make ourselves, some of us just want to find a community we belong too. A group of people who understand us. A place to belong.
But sometimes that drive to find a place to belong can lead to some dark places. It can be an overwhelming urge, and often we are naive in our expectations. Easily lead and easily influenced. This can end up being a slight detour or a life-altering thing. Not necessarily for the better.
I’ve been down that path a couple times. Always at my lowest point. I nearly got myself into groups I’m not sure I could have gotten out of. I might have ended up getting hurt, or hurting someone else.
The local Pagan community though – that’s a good place for me. Full of healing energies, love, light and laughter. And mead. You can never forget the mead.