My pagan friends on Denman Island invited me to a Full Moon Pajama Party this last Thursday night.
I went (of course! how could I not!) but I never got to the pajama part as I had to work the next morning early and so had to catch the last ferry back to the mainland (which is an Island too, strangely enough).
But it was still worthwhile going--the evening started with two killer whales rocketing by off the side of the ferry on their way to parts unknown. I didn't actually get a good look at them--there and gone--but I watched a very relieved-looking seal who popped his head out of the water and looked around with a look that said that having been spared thus from being whale-chow he would henceforth go and lead a worthy life.
It was such a gorgeous evening!
And the food at my friend's house was incredible! Fresh things from the garden. Vegan chili. Fresh watermelon juice. Ripe figs from a neighbour's tree. It's the end of the summer and so the theme of the meal was harvest-time.
(I'd never had fresh figs before, they only existed in my world as dried brown things, not pink and green and somehow sensual fruits. I love it when I try a hitherto-unknown yummy food. It feels like, I dunno, (I'm sleepy as I write this), I'm trying to articulate this, like a present. Like the gods just invented something new and said 'Hey, Spider Girl! Try this, something we just whipped up for you!' Anyway...mmmm. Figs good.)
I don't grow a single vegetable in my garden, so I brought flower seeds to share instead (white hollyhocks) and somebody else brought big dried sunflower heads from their garden.
We sat and ate and talked and talked--tales of love past and present, of festivals in the desert(The Burning Man: thanks, Dagoth), moonlit rituals, bad movies, herbal lore, the pros and cons of non-mainstream religions becoming churches, and whether or not the internet is a valuable resource or a scary unnatural force in the world. I know which one has MY vote! :)
I was sorry to go.
But crossing back over on the boat with the full moon making a path of light on the water was lovely. And on the drive home a small herd of deer, including two fawns, slowly paraded across the road in front of me.