A
few weeks ago I attended a local Pagan Pride Day planning meeting down
in Tacoma. The current group running PPD are a hard working and
incredibly welcoming group. It was so nice to walk into a group of
people I barely know and instantly feel welcomed and respected. I knew
it was a group where I could make suggestions and give my opinion, and
that they’d form their opinions on the quality of what I said, rather
than what group I was a part of or who I studied with. It made me
realize just how much I miss being a part of an open-minded local
community group.
When
I first started practicing magick, back at Wellesley, I was blessed by
being part of an incredible group. We were all beginners struggling to
learn together. Everyone was pretty much equal and everyone pitched in
and helped the group to learn and grow. In retrospect I realize how
incredible that group was. I found a second family in that group and
some of us will be sisters forever, even though we’re spread across the
globe now. The most remarkable thing was that because none of us had
any “lineage” in the craft, we could only judge each other on what we
actually said and did. We had no past to be judged on.
When
I came back to Seattle I expected to be able to find local groups that
would be as open and welcoming as the group I left. To say that I was
disappointed by what I really found would be a gross understatement.
What I found was a community shattered by politics. I found people who
didn’t care who you were unless you were introduced by someone with
status, I found “open” groups with no interest in even saying hello to
new people (let alone welcoming them), and I found it almost impossible
to even find the community without an “in.” My friend and I once went
to an open sabbat and spent 30 minutes in a dark room while the group
hosting the event came in, late, and one by one passed us by without
even saying hello. When we asked if we were in the right place we
received looks that clearly stated we weren’t welcome - even though the
event was advertised as open to all. Gotta love the Seattle freeze.
I’ve found people that wouldn’t give me the time of day because I
wasn’t 50; I’ve had others that wouldn’t talk to me because I wasn’t
under 25; and goddess help me if I mention that I don’t “embrace the
warmth and light of the great mother.” I once had a fellow practitioner
tell me to my face that I was evil for working with Kali - way to be
understanding lady.
I
had almost lost hope that there were, in fact, decent groups out here.
Then I started hosting Grey School info booths at the local PPD events.
The thing about PPD events is that their entire purpose is to foster
community strength and understanding. The folks that take the time and
trouble to come out to them are, generally, friendly people who
genuinely want to talk to new people. At this point PPD is pretty much
the one day a year I spend out in my local community (other than
supporting local magickal merchants). Through PPD I’ve met several
local community leaders that don’t make me want to pull my hair out.
(There’s a really terrific Dianic group here - too bad I’m not Dianic.)
I’ve met some amazing people in the local area, so what on earth is stopping us from coming together? Terrible inertia? A lack of leadership? Fear? Come on people, getting together in a coffee shop once a month isn’t exactly rocket science. I suppose if I want local community I’m going to have to put on my big girl pants and make it happen. *sigh*