Yknow how you can be in this state of weird conflict because on the one hand, theres really, really good stuff happening, and on the other hand, something really SAD is happening, too? Yeah, well. The good stuff, I shall keep under wraps for now. Except that its, yknow, the Equinox, and the sun is shining here in PDX and I was out walking on the deck in my bare feet a few moments ago. The sad news is that Judy Harrow, the woman who founded the Protean tradition of Wicca, and thereby a spiritual mother to me, passed unexpectedly last night. I found Judy after a terrible experience with another very public tradition. I read her book WICCA COVENS and said, Holy holy, THIS is what I thought I was signing up for. Maybe our paths will cross some day. But not now, because right now I never want to get involved with another group again. Six months later, I met Renee, rocking the lawyer shoes and queen-ly and the best blood-red manicure Id ever seen. Putting out the call for Proteus next round of dedicants. I practically choked. Youre with WHO? And youre looking for WHAT? Um... when? So much for playing it cool. The interview to be accepted for the study group was 3 hours long. In the middle of Grand Central terminal. Which was actually a good thing. And then for the next 3 years (four? how long?), I would travel to Judys living room on weekends, immersed in tradition, learning, growing, celebrating and forging a different kind of family. And books. Lots of books. A couple of which I borrowed and always meant to return. (No, really.) Lately Ive had something niggling in the back of my mind. A couple of weeks ago, Leland brought me a stack of pictures that hed found, including a rare one of Judy and I. I will take care of the books, Judy. I promise. Thank you. I love you.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 23:52:34 +0000
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