Curled on a low bench seat beneath a fig tree on a warm afternoon I knew immediately that it was going to be a lovely day. We gathered to celebrate the second day of Anthesteria. Libations and wine flowed freely, food and words passed around between old friends and new.
Lovely was not the definition. It was superb. I’ve never left a gathering of magical types so very happy. Arms had been thrown open, we had been allowed to be as vulnerable as one can be with strangers (and no doubt the wine helped), we had danced and sung, cast and divined.*
At the end this little group felt more like community than any I’d dealt with before. Of course, hours after we talked of potential future rites and gatherings, they handed me a tarot deck. And how easily it flowed there under the fig, in Dionysus’ grove.
I see good things ahead. Many good things.
It’s funny how sometimes you find what you’ve been seeking where you least expect it.
*And maybe lit someone on fire 😛