Faeries Dance Round and Round

I went to a public ritual last weekend, the Iowa Pagan Alliance’s second annual Faerie Ball.  It’s a fundraiser for the Faerie Festival in June and also a benefit for a women’s shelter.  It was pretty much a last minute thing for me as it’s an hour away from my house.  But a friend had surgery and needed a back-up DJ and I said I would help.

The drive down there was gorgeous, I think I was smiling the whole time and needed to remind myself that I was driving.  I felt like I was reconnecting to the earth and her seasons just by driving to somewhere new.  I have a half hour commute every day, but I rarely look outside anymore.  I either write or sleep or stare listlessly out the window while I contemplate all the things I need to do.  It could be that the view was new, or I could be that I just wanted to give my all to this event, but I thoroughly enjoyed the drive.

The event itself was interesting.  It was fun, excepting my avoidance of talking to most new people and blowing a fuse.  Once I left, however, I really enjoyed it.  I did talk to new people, I did something new, and I wore something new (I made my own wings!).  I got to be in a group ritual again.  I am excited about getting together with these folks again – and I wish I didn’t have an event going on already at the same time as their Beltane ritual.

One of the things that I have discovered over the past couple of years is that I want to be a part of a group.  I want to share experiences and worries with a group of like-minded folks who won’t think I’m weird when I talk about gnomes stealing my stuff.  I want to be a part of a group that can give me advice on what to do when my kiddo thinks someone is watching him all the time.  I want to validate my feeling of raising energy instead of thinking it’s all in my head. 

My women’s spirituality group is now turning into our own kind of circle as a few friends have the same desire and need.  We all want someone to be accountable for expanding our practice and stretching our muscles.  And I’m excited about it.

I’m standing on the edge.  The ground is sweeping away in front of me, but with just a little hop, I can reach the other side and begin my journey up the mountain.  I can’t wait to find out who is at the top.