tales from pagan camp
There's no way to really put into words the full FSG experience. One really has to be there. But it was a lovely, lovely trip and I am SO glad that I went. Here are some highlights:
Of course, I still haven't unpacked. This morning was a festival of digging through my luggage for my driver's license. All will be back to normal soon. (But not too soon, as this weekend is ApolloCon.)
- coven cabin = hanging out at all hours catching up, drinking mead, making s'mores, discussing post-apocalypse survival (there's a group of us reading S.M.Stirling's Dies the Fire trilogy which features a Wiccan priestess leading survivors in Oregon's Willamette Valley), drinking more mead, playing frisbee, making more s'mores, knitting or spinning or watching people knit and spin...
- arts and crafts track! matchbox shrines and Sculpey talismans!
- Telesma in concert, Kiva with guest drummers, stomping and dancing to awesome songs
- watching the living flames in the bonfire, reading the runes written in light on the burning logs
- babysitting a three-year-old with some friends, tossing the frisbee and the Tigger ball, reading books, and generally clowning around
- reading tarot for friends and neighbors, and for myself, with plenty of folks nearby to help interpret
- having a close encounter with a double-terminated wand of chlorite-darkened quartz the length of my hand, plus assisting in a demonstration of crystal healing with single-terminated quartz chunks as big as my head
- making masks for main ritual, then burning one in the bonfire during that ritual (which was really awesome, very well done from the ritual theater perspective)
- getting in some really good conversations and hugs and cuddling with friends I haven't seen in months (and did I mention the mead?)
Of course, I still haven't unpacked. This morning was a festival of digging through my luggage for my driver's license. All will be back to normal soon. (But not too soon, as this weekend is ApolloCon.)