Saturday, September 22, 2007

why pagans suck

I made time to go to ritual today for the Autumn Equinox, or Mabon. I hopped up out of bed the moment EmsyHippo opened her eyes and made corn pancakes with salsa and cheese, like enough for a whole army of hungry post-circle Wiccans.

I waffled all week, not really having time to go, but needing to connect with the earthsununiversemyself so badly. I almost didn't go with toddler behavior qualms and a case of the sniffles... but I went.

I showed up a few minutes early, as I was asked, to help set up. I found one dude there, and I joked about Pagan Standard Time. Shortly, another guy showed up, a newbie who had a lovely statue of a Hindu God who's a patron of homosexuals and was very pretty with a peacock. We chatted, the three of us, in the semi-awkward way that a couple of childless guys and a mom chasing a toddler who keeps lifting her shirt for a snack will chat. After an hour and a half of waiting for the woman who had organized the whole deal, I was bent. I think I was successful in not getting bitchy or venomous and politely excused myself explaining that I'd put a really busy life on hold for a while but couldn't sit all day waiting.

I exposed the baby to a blue streak of curses as we drove away, and I felt better. I'm pretty pissed, though. It's really bloody disrespectful to expect people to wait that long for you. Ridiculous. I'm no longer wondering why I've fallen away from this group.


That out of the way, Happy Autumn:)

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