Walking the Hedge

Paganism is growing like one of my hometowns.

Kelowna is a beautiful mountain town on a big lake (complete with lake monster) that grew up really, really fast, as did the surrounding areas.

And the people didn’t plan for it.

So now that this valley city has sometimes a million cars passing through and around it a day during the peak summer months, they need to completely rebuild their infrastructure.

They are tearing the whole damned city apart, some of it the oldest and prettiest parts of town, to build hiways and sewers and sidewalks and bridges.

Paganism is growing this way.

We are growing very, very fast and we are not planning for it or laying down the infrastructure to support this growth.

We are screwing ourselves, and our children, over.

also

The armchair pagans on today will be congregations of tomorrow.

The hard workers, the elders, the clann-makers will be the clergy.

We need to face this.

Ouch

Oh, and….

“It isn’t easy being a pink monkey in a society that DEMANDS brown ones” ~ ADHDTigger

How I practice and express my paganism reflects my personality. I am a zany,
often silly, fun loving and cheerful gal.

Yes, I take my faith and my Craft very seriously, but that does not mean I am
going to act like a totally different person in ritual, I am still going to be
myself.
And the sort of person that I am, is the sort of person who likes to play dress
up. Just because I show up in a robe or an outfit that might belong at a SCA
event does not mean I am not dedicated to my spirituality, it means I am also
dedicated to my individuality.

How can one stand “in perfect love and perfect trust” before their gods dressed
in someone else’s idea of what is appropriate for them to wear? I must be me, I
am the woman who at nearly 29 years of age still wears striped socks that don’t
match.

You can ask anyone who knows me, they will tell you there are few “bland,
boring, normal” folks out there who are as dedicated to their spirituality than
I am.

I have the right to dress up in any manner I choose, even in a silly manner.
I have the right to dress like my ancestors as a way to honor them if I choose.
You have the right to be embarrassed if you see me walking by in my “silly”
clothes if you so choose.

It takes all kinds.

Cheers,

Juniper

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