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pomoloco's apartment in Manhattan -- not quite as cool as a decommissioned underground nuclear bunker, I know -- as I finish transitioning from P**T*** back to the outside world.
To a certain extent, what happens at P**T*** stays at P**T***. So I will not delve into great depth about what happened during the weekend. I will say that it was an active and fantastic gathering. I took poi lessons and drum lessons, made a broom, and delivered a well-attended talk on my dark matter research. I sat in the sauna, purging my system of its toxins. I went canoeing on the pond -- and "rescued" a fellow canoer who had capsized -- hiking in the woods, and sat on rocks watching a waterfall. There was ritual and fire and drumming... as well good conversation and good community. And then there was Aphrodite's Temple, of course.
The weekend went a long way towards restoring the mental/physical/spiritual balance that I wrote about a few weeks ago. I did take part in mental-mode activities, such as discussing my research, political discussions, and accumulating old British coins from a friend who is a professional numismatist. However, the majority of my time was spent engaging on the spiritual and physical planes. This restoration of balance was very much needed and I feel more whole and rejuvenated as a result. I intend to continue the process during the remainder of my trip to the States. Not all parts of the weekend were solidly joyful, as the gathering provided a safe magickal space to delve inwards and work with the chronically difficult parts of my psyche. But that, too, was a good thing and contributes -- rather than detracts from -- the restoration.
This was my tenth year attending the P**T*** gathering. I have been to a variety of other Pagan gatherings -- such as Starwood, Free Spirit, and Wild Magic -- but P**T*** is, by far, my favourite. It is also the only one that I have never missed since the first time that I attended. The combination of the land and the people -- many of whom I have known for twelve years now -- makes the event exceptionally special. Each time I return to A****** (the site at which P**T*** is held), the year in-between events melts away and I enter a truly magickal place. I know that, forcassiopia, Diana's Grove is the physical center of her spirituality. Last September, at the Wild Magic festival, I met many people for whom Lothlorien -- the site of Wild Magic -- is the physical center of their spiritual worlds. For me, A****** serves the same purpose and I cherish my time there each year.
pomoloco's apartment in Manhattan -- not quite as cool as a decommissioned underground nuclear bunker, I know -- as I finish transitioning from P**T*** back to the outside world.To a certain extent, what happens at P**T*** stays at P**T***. So I will not delve into great depth about what happened during the weekend. I will say that it was an active and fantastic gathering. I took poi lessons and drum lessons, made a broom, and delivered a well-attended talk on my dark matter research. I sat in the sauna, purging my system of its toxins. I went canoeing on the pond -- and "rescued" a fellow canoer who had capsized -- hiking in the woods, and sat on rocks watching a waterfall. There was ritual and fire and drumming... as well good conversation and good community. And then there was Aphrodite's Temple, of course.
The weekend went a long way towards restoring the mental/physical/spiritual balance that I wrote about a few weeks ago. I did take part in mental-mode activities, such as discussing my research, political discussions, and accumulating old British coins from a friend who is a professional numismatist. However, the majority of my time was spent engaging on the spiritual and physical planes. This restoration of balance was very much needed and I feel more whole and rejuvenated as a result. I intend to continue the process during the remainder of my trip to the States. Not all parts of the weekend were solidly joyful, as the gathering provided a safe magickal space to delve inwards and work with the chronically difficult parts of my psyche. But that, too, was a good thing and contributes -- rather than detracts from -- the restoration.
This was my tenth year attending the P**T*** gathering. I have been to a variety of other Pagan gatherings -- such as Starwood, Free Spirit, and Wild Magic -- but P**T*** is, by far, my favourite. It is also the only one that I have never missed since the first time that I attended. The combination of the land and the people -- many of whom I have known for twelve years now -- makes the event exceptionally special. Each time I return to A****** (the site at which P**T*** is held), the year in-between events melts away and I enter a truly magickal place. I know that, for
cassiopia, Diana's Grove is the physical center of her spirituality. Last September, at the Wild Magic festival, I met many people for whom Lothlorien -- the site of Wild Magic -- is the physical center of their spiritual worlds. For me, A****** serves the same purpose and I cherish my time there each year.
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