May 15, 2011 02:10
When I was negotiating to be a speaker at the upcoming Heartland Pagan Festival, I did not ask for a cabin. There were two reasons for this. First, it's more fun to camp with my Avalon folk, waking to the smell of coffee and the sound of crackling bacon, sitting at night around our fire across from Memorial Grove. Secondly, I'll have Caesar with me, and back in the Bronze Age when I set up the original rules for animal companions at the festival, dogs were not allowed in any buildings.
Today as I started getting things organized, I began to suspect this may have been a mistake, not requesting a cabin. Since I'm a guest speaker, I'll be bringing a lot more with me, certainly more than will comfortably fit in my tent. I'll have boxes of books, plus ritual garments and equipment, in addition to my ordinary camping gear.
Then this evening I received an email from the president of the organization that hosts HPF. He was letting me know that they've reserved a cabin for me anyway, and told me who would be in the other half (Camp Gaea cabins are like little duplexes). I hadn't asked for a cabin, but they wanted to make sure I was set up well. Problem solved - by people who are better at looking out for me than I am.
There are reasons why I am proud to have come from Kansas City, and why no matter where I live it will always be my home.