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A Visit

Published / by Kim
Originally posted on April 25, 2002. Surprisingly, this really did get us put on their “do not visit” list (if such a thing exists) for a long time. They only started showing up again last weekend.

We had a visit from the Jehovah’s Witnesses this morning. I really don’t understand why they keep coming back. Every time they stop by, I try to shock them into putting us on their “stay away” list, but I think I may just be encouraging them.

I’m always polite to them because their demeanor is always so respectful. Maybe I should rethink my definition of respectful, though, since knocking uninvited upon a stranger’s door to tell them about your religion isn’t exactly respectful. Hmmm.

When they first started showing up a few years ago, I would tell them, “Thank you, but I’m Pagan.” Then I would smile and close the door in their faces. You have to close the door in their faces or be prepared to get into a debate with them. You see, they seem to be quite fascinated with Paganism. They know exactly what it is, and they’re always willing to talk to you about it. And not in a fire and brimstone sort of way. They honestly want to have an open discussion, not an argument. So, unless you have an hour or so to invite them in for coffee, it’s best to politely close the door. In their faces.

Since telling them I’m Pagan didn’t work, I started telling them I’m Pagan, happy with my choice of religion, and don’t care to convert. Thank you. And closing the door in their faces. That didn’t work, either.

The conversation this morning went something like this:

JW: Good morning. ::sincere smile:: We’d like to talk to you about the things going on in the world these days.

Me: Oh! Terrible, isn’t it? ::sincere smile:: Fortunately, I’m a Witch and I find great comfort in my chosen religion.

JW: Oh, really? ::peering curiously through the screen door:: Wel-

Me: Yes, really. I’m a Witch and have no desire to convert. Thanks for stopping by. ::closing the door in their faces::

I really do hope that’s the last time they show up, but I don’t believe this is it. A month from now, maybe two, they’ll be out there again, wanting to talk about what’s going on in the world, wanting to leave material for me to read. I must be on their “whomever manages to convert this one gets a heavenly gold star” list or something. They just keep coming back.

A Is for…

Published / by Kim / 2 Comments on A Is for…

A Is for Altar

A is for Altar.

I use a butcher block in the kitchen as an altar. We decorate it seasaonally for the current holiday. Here, it’s all dressed up for the Winter Solstice.

The altar always includes my broom, a silver goblet and bell, a small cauldron, and candles. For the Solstice, we added evergreens, decorative trees, and all the holiday cards we recieved. I’m in the planning process for Imbolc decorations.

(The Popsicle sign isn’t part of the altar, but it makes me smile to have it there. Same thing with the Red Rider switchplate cover. What’s religion without humor?)

A Is for Altar

Blessed Harvest Tide

Published / by Kim / 3 Comments on Blessed Harvest Tide

Today marks the autumnal equinox and the second harvest. Since Scott is out of town, my celebration will be simple: a glass of wine, a simple but hearty dinner, a moment of reflection on balance and how I can bring it into my life.

The time from now until Samhain is my favorite time of year. Apples, pumpkins, bright foliage. Crisp days with that fleeting golden sunlight that drips like honey through the trees in late afternoon. I feel alive and renewed, happy to put the long summer well behind me.

To you, I wish a blessed Harvest Tide, if you celebrate it. If not, happy autumn.

Save the Pagan Babies

Published / by Kim / 3 Comments on Save the Pagan Babies

My mother tells me that when she was a little girl in Catholic school, they used to have penny drives to collect money so they could “save the pagan babies.” Now, instead of sending them our pennies, we send them our insane-but-well-meaning rescuers to bring them back to live the Best. Possible. Life. In the U.S. Because there’s no way anyone can have a good life if they don’t live in the U.S.

I’m not saying all international adopters are like that – hell, I may yet be an international adopter one day – but you can’t deny the loud existence of the “rescue a child” adopters.

That “save the pagan babies” thing cracks me up, though, because I bet the little girl my mother was never imagined that her own grandchildren -adopted or biological – would be Pagan babies.