It has been rather busy the past 2 days. Last night, I went to the board meeting of the United NeoPagan Council of Lake Erie (UNCLE.) It went fairly well, and we spent a fair amount of time talking about the upcoming Pagan Pride Day on September 8. At one point, the Druids were talking about doing a children's circle, and I quietly slipped in that we should do (stealing from Sesame Street here), "Who are the people in your Nemeton?" We all just started singing and giggling.
So, tonight I went to the open circle for Lughnassadh that the Covenant of Brighid's Haven had at the Unitarian-Universalist Congregation of Erie. There were about 52 people there for the ritual. They had a game wherein we were divided into elemental tribes and one person had to remove the coverings from ears of corn with help from the teams. I was part of the Air Heads (TJ said that we were the Air Apparents, but I pointed out that I didn't have kids.) Diana, the girlfriend of the decidedly hunky Rich (who was bare chested for much of the event. Nice!), was selected as the person to get the corn stripped down. I lined up the corn, and the others helped put the removed material into a bag. At one point, while she was working on stripping the corn, I asked Diana if she had children. She looked slightly quizzical and remarked that she did indeed have kids. "Then," I pointed out, "you are a Mother Shucker!" (Rich then said that would make me a Shucker Fucker.) The team started chanting "Mother Shucker" and we won!
Our prize was that we got to go first to the line for the potluck. The food was very good. We were sitting around afterwards, and some folks had brought photos from Sirius Rising and Starwood at Brushwood, with some of the folks at the table wearing body paint. And nothing else. Only Pagans sit down to casually pass around nude vacation photos. It was very interesting from an artistic viewpoint. It didn't feel particularly sexual, just sort of fun and celebratory.
Later on, we were hanging around after eating. Rich was being silly and doing semi-synchronized chest muscle flexing. (He does have rather a nice chest.) I joked that it was therefore "a star-studded pec-tacular."
The only downside was that doofy me left my backpack with the robe there. Hopefully, someone grabbed it. Sigh!
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