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Friday, April 07, 2006

Star Around My Neck

Now I just bought another star to wear around my neck. Third in a short line of such stars; the first being one made of leaves which I wore when I belonged to Greenwood, the second a small and simple line for Blue Heron, and this third is rough and twists like a vine. This new one didn’t cost nearly as much as its 18 inch chain. I took off the old one and lost it when I started apartment shopping last summer, and the one of leaves didn’t speak to me when I started wearing that one again. So I took myself off to the Turning Wheel in Glen Burnie and got myself this one new.

I found myself unexpectedly out of practice wearing one around. I decided to break it in by going to Quiznos and Starbucks, two establishments which I could replace with versions the next town over. In all my six months here in GB, I’ve yet to run into a clearly marked pagan in public, so I wasn’t expected the complete absence of glances. Nothing. So often we tell ourselves that we are content to be pagan in secret, and then we go about in jewelry that proclaims our faith. Or we tell ourselves we are over that phase in our lives. Of course, then when we get snubbed we find out different. Now, I don’t need to go back to my teenage years when someone tried to light off my hair with a cigarette lighter. But I’m a wallflower enough as it is these days.

On the other hand, I also bought a hematite keyring and a tape of Starhawk talking about paganism in the 21st century. The tapes out in my car, or I’d give you the title. So you can see how memorable the recording was for me. I was captivated though about finally hearing the voice behind the first books of my early pagan years. Strange that she sounded a lot like I had actually thought she sounded. Hesitant, amused, a bit like Boston although she lives in California. It’s been a long time since I first became disappointed with her, and a long time in understanding why.

Starhawk’s never written another Witchy book. Pagan books, and books on being part of the global justice movement, books I’ve loved all on their own. Yet, nothing for the actual Craft, nothing Wiccan. So she was so easily displaced by later contenders, Mama Silver to name just one, and wasn’t an elder in the Craft when I needed elders so much myself. P.C. started off so well, and then we got Love Spell. I’m left to wonder if it’s something people ever fear when they sit down to write for the first time.


At 12:01 PM, Blogger Juliaki said...

Greetings from Laurel, MD. ;)

There's a decent number of "starred folks" out there, although you never know when or where you'll bump into them (aside from the "usual stores"). All in all, wearing a pentacle out in the open won't get much response at all around these parts. I've only had two people make comments, and both of them were positive--one asking how I made it so shiny and the other asking about its unusual design. But yeah, there's a lot of us out there in the Marylandish zone. :)

At 6:33 PM, Blogger olive said...

And yet my new star must repell all the rest of you starry folk. There must be some secret dark magnet hidden inside. I've made it a point of looking now since I made that post, and you are all hiding real good. I feel so lonely, where are you? How else will I blog about you? :( ;P :)

At 10:15 AM, Blogger MysticHeart said...

The Turning Wheel in Glen Burnie?? They're still there?? Excellent!

I grew up in Silver Spring but I live in Florida now. I miss the old place at times.

I also remember there used to be a metaphysical bookstore at Savage Mill, where I got my first pentacle - a simple silver wire one with a triple moon on it, and a moonstone set in the full moon. It's been a good friend to me since I got it in 1988. I seldom wear it now, as I walk with the Norse Gods these days, but I think I'll always keep it to remind me not to lose the sense of wonder.


Waes Hael


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