I’ve managed to somehow, despite all the general weirdness in my life, find my way to San Jose. Really. I’m here. Right now. Not really sure how that happened.
So, yesterday the Tree and myself went up to the Muir Woods. That, my friends, is a truly amazing place. A canyon full of incredibly big and incredibly old redwoods.
The canyon floor is dark, quiet, damp. The sky above is clear and sunny, but very little of that light makes it through the layers of canopy. Below, everything is green. Smaller trees are covered in moss and ferns.
We hiked around the massive redwoods. At the cathedral grove someone had the good sense to put up a sign suggesting that it may be a wonderful idea to shut the hell up and listen for a change. I did. Saw a deer licking its child here.
Today we got to pantheacon. People watching is a lot more interesting when the people are more like me. Even better when I could be described as more “mainstream”. Of course some may look weirder, but I can vocally out-weird just about anyone.
So anyway, there are pagans everywhere. Finding friends, taking classes, arguing, drinking too much, talking smack about the king of upper and lower Chicago, singing. Basically doing exactly what you’d expect a building full of pagans to be doing.
Tree has gotten flames sewn onto the bottom of her cloak. It’s the perfect way to repair it after the bottom got burned after the temple burn at Burning Man. Of course, any story that starts with “this one time at Burning Man…” is going to be… interesting….
So, uh, yeah. I’m having a good time here. It’s a good place for me.
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