An Open Letter to the Pagan Community
Dear Everyone,
You may or may not know me, Juniper from the Hedge.
I was born in 1980. I will be thirty in the Spring. I went to high school with a girl whose mother had been in a Coven for almost as long as she could remember, since about ’85 or ’86.
I grew up watching many of our now Pagan Elders, or at least Notorious Pagans, on Discovery Channel or the BBC at least every October talking about how Witchcraft is a religion not evil yada yada yada … I grew up on the X-files and Oprah interviewing ex-Satanists and all that jazz.
I don’t remember a time before OBOD, ADF or Circle Sanctuary. They’ve always been there from my perspective.
Watching Paganism grow on the web, and helping it do so, seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to me.
I was twelve when my Mom’s then boyfriend took us to a “hippy farm” for Summer Solstice, to join the small gathering there. I still remember the children’s play was about Pan and Gaia inspiring the owners of the land to build a hedge labyrinth. I grew bored and wandered off with another girl… Continue reading
My Trip to My Nation’s Capitol
Sorry for so many pic heavy posts in a row.
The Shape
As I cross my fingers and toes and murmur “Safe, safe, safe” to myself the airplane lifts, we take off and rise up abouve the river valley, passing over low mountains once as tall and mighty as the Rockies … or nearly so. Now they are withered and wind scored, worn down to their very bones. Overgrown with dust and sagebrush, bare rock thrusting out of the crust of the Earth and into a perfect Indian Summer sky.
I know this Province like I know my own body. I recite the names of rivers and lakes, peaks and towns like an invocation as we pass over. There runs the North Thompson River winding up a green valley surrounded by brown hills and low mountains. There is Salmon Arm; the Monashee Mountains give way to the Kootenays before we pass over the Arrow Lakes stretching up to the North and out of sight.
The Land grows greener as we move east. The green glorious peaks of the Kootenays give way to the snow caped Rockies. Rising up like great waves upon an angry sea of earth, stone, snow and forest, the Rockies are an impressive sight to behold whether you are… Continue reading
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