Sunday, July 10, 2016
Into the West
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.