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2016-10-05

The Moirai have been circling me for quite some time. Maybe because I find them soothing (though overwhelming) instead of scary, maybe because of the spinning I do on my spindle and wheel, maybe because they are actually how I make sense of the world or maybe we just relate to the world somewhat similarly - that we are more What We Do than anything else. It was really sealed for me two Philly Pagan Prides ago when I saw three blond (fairly identical) teenagers walking through the park together, unconsciously looking like that slow walk entrance scene in every teen movie ever. And I suddenly thought to myself, what if that's what the Fates really look like? Perfect, with zero fucks to give? Holy shit that's terrifying.

So I started a long slow campaign with my ADF grove, Grove of the Other Gods. I started talking about immersive ritual and ritual drama and The Other Gods of the Greek Pantheon to anyone who was unfortunate enough to be close enough to listen to me. Somewhere in there, we started talking about A Brave Space instead of A Safe Space. We started talking about gender neutral kosmesis. We started talking what it means to spin and create, what it means to measure a thread, what it means to cut it because it was measured. For the first time in a very long time, this was something I was slowly creating. Without Jow (though of course with others!) who was not able to make Mabon. We had Skype meetings. We had a planning meeting. I started to worry that people who were simply attending would never guess how big this had gotten. I started to worry that it wouldn't translate into actual ritual space. I went on endless trips to curate the right everything for the ritual. I became as close to Spencer Hasting/Blair Waldorf as I was ever going to get. It was my job to spin and create. Once it was spun, I handed it off to another person to measure and cut which was so freeing.

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