You want me to be your what?
A friend introduced me to a bunch of his acquaintances last night. There’s a terribly long and funny story to tell, but sadly, I can’t say a lot of it online. It was a great night, with a lot of laughing and a feeling of being immediately accepted by some genuinely interesting people.
So after meeting all of these people in a nice little place in Gaithersburg, we were invited back to someone’s house, and me, being in the mood to do nothing but have a good time, begged and pleaded with my friend to take me there. After an awkward moment wherein we accidentally walked in on a man being… *ahem*… serviced… the night progressed rather nicely. I drank a little wine, conversed about the best places for steaks, and had a great conversation with our host who wondered if I’d be interested in being the new High Priestess for his Wiccan coven. My partner in crime is pretty insistent that what they really want is for me to be their Goddess, but wevs ![]()
My faith has been floundering for a very long time. Several years of ongoing romantic heartbreak has made me quite cynical and my belief in deity has waned to near atheistic levels. But standing in that house, and then outside in the beautiful circle with a gorgeous altar, brought a lot of old feelings back for me. The belief that maybe there is something out there after all, and maybe it’s not as cold and unforgiving as I have felt lately, has been tickling at the edges of my mind.
Who knows what tomorrow holds. But I do believe that meeting these people was critical, the nudge my battered heart needed to find the faith that I’ve long since abandoned.
