I’ve been away doing all manner of things. The fall was largely about making decisions regarding my academic future (and then changing those decisions come spring), traveling, lecturing, grading (and subsequently being disillusioned by) undergrads, and making new friends and contacts. I scored a mention from Jason Pitzl-Waters at The Wild Hunt after he saw me present at the American Academy of Religion’s annual meeting in Chicago. Morgan and I came and saw and conquered and hung out with Chas Clifton and Chas Clifton’s glorious hat. Good times were had, and we even enjoyed the added benefit of visiting with Craft siblings and cousins while there. We went to some very impressive used book stores and some very underwhelming occult shops. Books were had in piles and all was once again right with the world.
Now I’m back to class and my T.A. work and my Craft obligations, and still figuring out where to go from here. What does seem sure is that I’m remaining in North Carolina indefinitely. Roots are down, like it or no, and thankfully I’ve found a solid circle of friends here. Ali remains the locus of the open Pagan community here in Charlotte, and I’ll be hanging my own Gardnerian shingle out soon, too, it turns out. She continues to be the most perfect friend I could possibly have made since stumbling into this town, and I know she’ll be an important resource as I begin to build another kind of community here.
Speaking of my perfect friends, Kim and I are gearing up for festival season (with Ali, too!) and I’m off to New Jersey in a couple of days to visit a new friend acquired through, of all places, Instagram. He’s probably not an ax murderer. But just in case, Ali, I need you to get into my house after I’m dead and remove all of the journals and Books of Shadows before my mother arrives. Get them to Morgan. Morgan, you and Chad can split up the occult books (I assume Ali will have already raided what she wanted). Give Holly and Bob my tools. Give Oliver to Monty.
I’m kidding, of course. Louie and I will be sussing out witchcraft in New York City and laying around talking about Aleister Crowley over wine and absurd amounts of cheese. Check Instagram for pictures of the mayhem!