Fun Fact about me:
My parents are pagan polygamists. Now when I tell people this I am usually bombarded with strange looks and questions about their lifestyle and whether or not I share that same lifestyle. In case you were curious, I don't. However, I support their freedom to express themselves and live their lives in the way that they see fit. It's not my job to tell them they are adulating wrong; I don't even know how to adult.
Over Fall Break Tiffany, one of my dad's partners, invited me to visit her booth at pagan pride in Oklahoma City. She sells all natural products and herbs that can be used for Wiccan practices and everyday life. I personally love the Shave Solution she makes and the BE Calm oil blend that she developed. Her products can be found
here.
Going to Pagan Pride was a little nerve racking for me. I don't consider myself pagan. I'm Christian, but I consider myself to be more spiritual than religious and I don't believe in judging others for their life choices. I had originally planned on taking a friend or two with me for emotional support, but many them didn't feel comfortable going to this function.
So I packed up my dog and drove the 20 minutes to the festival. When I got there I parked in the grass lot, took a deep breathe, and prepared myself for whatever I was about to walk into.
I wasn't 100% sure where Tiffany's table was set up so I walked in and wandered for a couple of minutes. Thankfully I wasn't alone for too long. I ran into my brother, Brendan, and a family friend, Aqua, after just a few minutes. They lead me over to Tiffany's table where I got the chance to survey my surroundings. It was a small festival. People were all dressed up sharing their passions and beliefs with one another.
There was live music and a poetry slam happening on a small stage off to the side, but most of the activity was happening at the booths. People were selling handcrafted jewelry and decor as well as other goods. Some of the tables even offered psychic readings.
After a while I started feeling more comfortable there. Everyone was kind. I grabbed my little brother and he walked with me around the booths. He's ended up buying a painting and some runes and I bought some relaxation tea and a steeping spoon (by the way, the tea was fantastic).
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Isn't my brother handsome? |
I had to leave shortly after because I was set to work at 4 o'clock, but it was an amazing experience. Today's society paints pagans to be a group of scary devil-worshiping cult leaders, but in reality they are just normal people. To some extent I already knew this because I wasn't sheltered from it growing up, but there is a difference in your pagan family and all of the others out there.
Not all pagans are the same. Some are Wiccan others are Ásatrú and some choose not to define themselves with labels. Either way, they are kind people who simply want to express their beliefs. I think I left Pagan Pride even more accepting than I went in. If you get the opportunity to experience another culture, whether its geographical or religious, take it. You never know what you'll learn.
Keep on Adventuring.
-Allie