Aligning With The Pagan Community

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.

Proselytize THIS

Naps are hard won in this house.  Especially morning naps.

Arthur was asleep all night and now that he’s up and discovered once again that the world is AMAZINGBALLS he is understandably reluctant to go back to bed.  But he rubs his eyes and falls around my living room like a drunk old man so off to nurse to sleep he goes.  He does not go easy though and it takes up to an hour of breastfeeding gymnastics, pinches, pokes, prods and push-ups.  After he finally relents and closes his eyes, his breathing slowing and his grip on my breast loosening, I pull the cover over us both and nap myself.  Because getting this child to sleep is hella tiring.

Today was no exception.  He woke early (7am-yikes!) and after several games of “something silly on my head” he was ready for a nap around nine.  We did our usual song and dance in the bed and eventually we had both drifted off.

Then the dog barked.  Which always startles the hell out of me because she so rarely does – unless someone’s at the door.

Today that someone wanted to teach me about Jesus.

I didn’t answer.  I gathered my (now awake) child in my arms and stumbled sleepily out to the door of the apartment.  Part of my nap-addled brain thought it was my friend come to visit early.  When I saw the flyer under my door though, I knew.

I guess it’s to be expected this time of year.  It’s almost Easter, the weather is nice and just like their savior proselytizers have risen in order to spread the word of the Lord.  Whether we want to hear it or not.

I really hate it when, like these two ladies, they bring small children along (and have them closest to the door).  It’s awfully hard to shut the door in a cherubic two year old’s face as he holds out a paper for you to take with an innocent smile.  Proselytizers in my parent’s area have gone so far as to stand at the car and send ONLY the children to the door.

Do you proselytizers honestly think I haven’t heard of God?  Christianity in all it’s various forms?  We have something wonderful now called the INTERNET and if I wanted to I could EASILY find information for myself.  You should use it too.  Set up a blog and proselytize to your heart’s content.  People will find it and if they want to hear what you have to say they will stick around and ask questions.

No more of this bothering poor elderly people, harassing people home sick from work, waking sleeping babies and pissing off sleep-deprived mothers.  Because, seriously, next time you come to my door and wake my child from a nap I will hit you.  With a book about athiests frolicking with pagans.  Then sing some heavy metal with lots of swearing and invite your child to sing along.  Then, while you are writing on the floor in physical and spiritual pain, I will give your kid an espresso and shut the door.


“Just to be clear, I have respect for those who follow their religions within their own homes and communities.  However, when you start to try to “convert” by going door to door, infringing on the rights of others or forcing your way into public institutions THEN I have a problem.  Respect my rights and boundaries and I’ll respect yours.  Peace.”