Have you ever had one of those conversations where everyone pretends to be joking, but all listeners understand that everyone is as serious as a Caribbean storm when you’re naked, alone and unsheltered?
I just had one of those…
I was invited to a public First Harvest celebration. I declined—mostly because I had just gotten home after having been gone for a month, but also because I wasn’t feeling it.
“I’ll celebrate next week or the week after that, depending how things go,” I said.
“You eclectics are such a mess,” the lady said.
I grinned. “I don’t know about all the world’s eclectic Witches, but I’ll celebrate when I feel like it. Who knows, I might even skip this year’s festivities.”
“How do you skip Lammas?” She laughed. “Dear friend, you’re in serious need of a coven.”
“I didn’t say I was skipping the First Harvest, dear friend,” I might have overemphasized the dear bit. “In case you haven’t noticed, the seasons will move forward regardless of what anyone does. I meant that if I don’t feel the mood, then I will not celebrate.”
“I get it, Magaly, I was just teasing.” She wasn’t smiling anymore (neither was I). “Anyway, I better go and continue planning. You know how my coven and I take the turn of the Wheel very seriously.”
I didn’t say anything, because just like the main character in a story I just finished revising, when general stupidity gets too annoying, “nothing but crap comes out of my mouth,” and we all know that crap-talk never helped anyone.
The exchange made me think of the intro post for A Day on the Wheel blog, where Renee B discusses labels, expectations, and her decision to walk her journey in her own intimate way.
More than once, I’ve heard that one of Paganism’s most dangerous weaknesses is the fact that everyone likes to do whatever they want. I don’t know about that… I see diversity, individual thought, freedom of being and pretty much anything that helps us embrace who we are, as one of the our most powerful strengths.
Your thoughts, my Wicked Luvs…