Ok, so I made it to Colorado. I'm here!! I'm here!!
I'm sort of unpacked (it is a rental until May after all, then we hope to move into a house we BUY). I'm mostly settled into my new job. I'm delighted to be living in the same freaking state and house as my long-term love interest.
Now, Hallowe'en/Samhain is fast upon me....and I've got nuthin'.
I've battled through the homesickness of family and friends back in Chicago by way of FaceTime and care packages.
But what to do without any of my pointy-hatted community of Brothers and Sisters of the Art? I miss them like crazy. And at this time of year, they're missing my annual tradition of bringing a Cauldron full of jello-shots to the Samhain feast!
So what's a lone-witch in a new town to do?
Why....go back to school, of course!
A goodly dose of humility and an opportunity to see how a western Wicca 101 looks from this new scene is in order.
Had attended a lovely, well-comprised lecture about "Magick and Spellcasting" today, as directed and hosted by a practitioner who appears to have actually had some training. She knew her stuff and was an excellent speaker.
I learned a lot. I reinforced a lot. I was grateful as heck to have a few knowing smiles thrown my way since it would seem that teacher figured out I was a ringer auditing the class.
I had to smile throughout because this particular class was one of my favorites to teach and it was illuminating and delightful for me to view it from the student's chair all over again. In any case, I walked out after thanking her for the lesson-within-the-lesson and was greeted by a warm autumnal day with a sunny, resplendent, Colorado bluebird sky.
One way to meet new friends is to go back to trying on the newbie hat for the day.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
A different climate, a different scene, a different spirit-of-place.
Brings to mind that I haven't really asked permission of the genius loci if I may invade their turf and set up shop, although I felt we were on very good terms during my prior multiple visits leading up to this life-changing adventure.
Makes me wonder what is the protocol for such things. I mean, it isn't like you just bring a bottle of wine and a bouquet from the local florist, plonk them down in your new homeland and say "Hey all you local entities, ok if I hang out with you from now on?"
There's should be some sort of....I don't know....transaction, interview, agreement to terms....and if one is lucky, acceptance and/or adoption into the new community.
And I don't mean the local pagan community.
I know how to do the "visiting dignitary" thing and have already begun making polite introductions around, reaching out to folks. I've let it be known that although I'm going to be new in town, I am a seasoned practitioner who may or may not be establishing a new covenstead sometime in the relatively near future, once I get settled in.
What I mean is sending out a polite aetheric calling card to the spirit guardians who reside there.
How does one let it be known that I come in peace and hope that we can be friends one day? How do I express my gratitude for being in this land that is new to me, working with soil that is completely different from my Midwestern loam, with flora and fauna...and no doubt fae....which will be as foreign to me and I to them? How does one make such an approach without any accidental impropriety?
These are the thoughts that float through my head while I continue to pack up the first half of my lifetime here in Chicago. It is my hope that along with the new job, the new house and the new timezone, that I can find friends associated in all aspects of my new life in Colorado.
I know, I'll bring pizza. Pizza works on everybody.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
There's this terrific quote by Albert Einstein: "Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking," and I think this applies to the dilemma of those working out the beginnings of their own Craft practice.
It is far too easy to get caught up in reading under the guise of research and the quest to find "the right way" to do things, so much so, that one becomes enmired in book-learnin' and doesn't ever get off his/her keester to actual perform and try to experience anything.
The funny thing about the Craft, Druidry and other such forms of paganism, is that the activity and participation was once taught wholly without benefit of books.
You had to DO IT to GET IT.
And in most cases, you were either shown how by a relative or mentor, or you just went out and figured things out by trial-and-error.
Which is great for learning sympathetic magic....not so great for herbalism, particularly if you don't know what may be poisonous or cause ill-effects for the practitioner!
I guess that's why I liked learning in a systematic way via a tradition: there was already some tried-and-true methods outlined for me to use, where I could experience and draw my own conclusions....but I also wouldn't get gobsmacked by shizzle that my covenmates and uplines weren't already on standby to help me through or give me pointers about how to deal with afterward.
Kinda like training wheels, really. You get to learn, but you also have a smaller likely hood of injury.
Still, getting one's nose out of the books and going out into the outer wilds or inner spaces is the best way to test your meddle. So what if you've read that X+Y = Z. If you don't do it for yourself, you're just puppeting along with something YOU personally don't know is fact.