I’m headed to the south in a few days to attend Tejas Witchcamp.
Witchcamps are both completely unique and reassuringly familiar. Reclaiming camps will often choose a myth or a story as a lens for campers to experience, as well as an intention to help facilitate personal transformation. These camps are an opportunity for witches from all over the world to come together, raise energy and learn about themselves from one another. I could describe the two camps that I have attended (prior to this one) as: transformative, difficult, ecstatic, necessary. There are “workshops.” There are “vendors.” There are “get-togethers.” The rest is a delicious mystery to those that have yet to experience one.
This time, I get to experience Samhain in Texas through the filter of Alice and Wonderland…
Down the rabbit hole and into the land of our Ancestors to seek truth through connection and respect.
We witches do these things, you see.
My intention for this camp is to connect with my flavor of prose and write some poetry as I weave my spirit with the Unknown. The following is an ode to the parts of myself that I hope to cultivate: the part that puts words together in an agreeable arrangement and the part that allows inspiration in even though I cannot always understand it.
Whispers waft toward humming ears
Our distance less than tidy,
Connection’s a hiss from darkness
The slithering song of fate.
Our veil’s silk sewn mystery
Pulled back for prying eyes,
Vision strikes and penetrates
Venom of truth seeps then steeps.
“Slithering Song of Fate” by Vasalisa
Camps happen only a few times a year, which makes this a very special event for me. Some of you might be thinking, “this doesn’t sound like mundane magic… This sounds like ‘REAL’ magic!” And you would be right. Going to witchcamp is not something that happens every single day. So where’s the mundane in this entry?
The mundane is recognizing what I want: community and adventure. It’s committing: making the scheduling arrangements and paying for it (even if that means living modestly for a while.) It’s allowing myself the time and space to have an experience that is desirable without guilt. It’s not just saying what I want to do, but actually doing the thing that invigorates me and makes me feel whole.
How do you allow wholeness?
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