Today marks another significant milestone in my growth as a pagan: my first Pagan Pride Day. Everything went exactly as it should. I was kind of reluctant to go this morning, doing the whole “What if there’s too few people? What if there’s too many? What if they think I have three heads?” thing, et cetera, et cetera. But I went, and it was very nice.
I never know whether to hope for a big or small crowd at these sorts of things. Too few people, and I can’t hide amongst the throngs. Too many, and I’ll never get to actually talk to anyone. I was pleasantly surprised.
There was a smallish group of people, who were incredibly inviting. Everyone was quick to introduce themselves and even offer a chair…! (A huge oversight on my part…) So very kind, and we felt very welcomed.
I guess you could say that the rite was Wicca-inspired, with the calling to the directions and the elements and casting a circle, etc. I’ve never been to any type of ritual but an ADF (druid) one, so this was a nice change. I kind of liked the integration of the directions and elements, and I’m not sure why ADF doesn’t do this, other than that it might make lines blurry between it and other traditions. There was calling to the Lord and the Lady as well. We gave thanks to the farmers and to the “Powers That Be” of the harvest. I even chimed in with “Blessed Be” a few times. GASP! When in Rome. And it felt good. Feeling welcomed in an otherwise harsh seeming world is always, well, welcomed.
It felt really good to be included by this group of (at least to me) complete strangers, and to wiggle my toes in the grass on a lovely summer day. I hope that this will turn into more opportunities to worship the Old Gods with my fellow Kingstonians.