Yesterday I attended Southeastern Massachusetts Pagan Pride Day in Lakeville, Mass. The weather was unexpectedly gorgeous, which was awkward for me, since I was overdressed and had a little difficulty with the sun.
It was a lovely event. There was a constant flow of music and dance, and quite a few workshops (I did two). The merchanting was lovely, with a great array of handcrafts, ritual objects, and other delights. My books sold well, which always makes me a very happy witch.
The camp was also hosting a local football game (high school, I think) so there were periodic visits by confused and curious cheerleaders.
I decided to leave early, as the main ritual began, because of my 3 1/2 hour drive, and just as I got into my car the sky opened up and the rain began, so I felt pretty fortunate.
The hosts were very nice to me and helpful, which I always appreciate. And I met several readers whom I only knew online, so that was awesome.
The best part though, was reuniting with a former student whom I haven’t seen in more than fifteen years. She’s grown from a feisty teenager to a lovely woman in that time, and I cannot tell you how awesome, how fulfilling, it was to see her. And she hugged me and told me how much I had meant to her, and I am all teary-eyed just thinking about it.
The drive was not that bad; there was a short stretch where visibility was seriously impaired by the rain, but I still was home by 8:30 and got right into my nightie, ate chips, and watched TV. Ahhhhhhh.
You were in my hometown? Drat, I wish I’d known. My grandparents used to live up the road from the camp. My work schedule was recently changed, so I probably couldn’t have attended anyway, but it would have been fun to see you there.
You totally have to check my calendar. I do announce these things. I forgot to do second & third announcements (“here it comes”) which I really should.