By Goddess Camp, I really mean Herb Pharm’s apprenticeship program, a program I would only semi-recommend to people. The classes were great, which is the only real praise I can say.
And I mean no disrespect by calling it Goddess Camp–hey, I like paganism and find myself aligned with many of its ways of thinking! Days of work would begin with a chant or song of some sort, usually thanking mother sun or father sky while holding hands in a circle. And our lectures (by renowned health professionals, I’ll have you know) would be peppered with anecdotal stories about faeries. Like, faeries like to do this, but don’t do this, you’ll upset the faeries.
Which, let me say, I am fine with. Sometimes I feel a little jealous, even–I mean, I’ve been dabbling in herbalism for years and I’VE never seen a faery! But there are many things in this world I haven’t seen concrete evidence of and still believe in. I can believe there are faeries in some sense or another living under an elderberry bush or something, sure.
My only bone to pick with pagan ideology is that it takes itself so damn seriously. Like, that mother sun/father sky song. It was worthy of being made fun of, really, at least a little. At least exchanging a few knowing glances, ones that say, “this is sort of funny, isn’t it?”. But no. Nope. Instead, we just sang in these super-serious voices with these deadpan faces! You know, the super-serious pagan way!
I guess one can argue that religion is serious. Period. But I don’t think that’s really a great idea all of the time, and I’m sorry, but especially when you’re pagan! Because when you’re pagan….things are just. Sillier! And I think it might be more beneficial for a little humor to be incorporated. But maybe I’m way off base and that’s a totally offense thing to say to a pagan. See, I didn’t find out, because I didn’t want to ask one of the humorless pagans in fear that their super-serious pagan face would become even more serious and would explode because it was overloaded with seriousness.
And I know what some of you are thinking. Isn’t she the one who’s planning an Enchanted Forest-themed wedding, complete with faery wings and everything? Yes. I am. But see, I know it’s silly and that our wedding is going to be sort of weird. Believe me, there aren’t deadpan faces involved in this planning.
