August 13, 2012 in Sage & Scourge
I never used to be bothered by flying. Maybe it’s because I’ve been doing a lot of it lately, but it’s becoming harder and harder for me to sit back, relax, and not think about the thousands of feet of nothingness between me and solid ground.
As I’ve mentioned before, the love of my life, my curmudgeonly Wiccan, is a musican. He travels for three or four months out of the year. This is hard on both our relationship and on our coven. We all sort of mope around all summer while he’s away. And while life and ritual march on, his abscence is constantly felt.
I’m lucky enough that my day job allows me to have vacation time to go and join him on his travels intermittantly throughout the whole trip. A month ago I went to New York to join him at Sirius Rising, and now I find myself in Kenosha, Wisconsin for the Bristol Renaissance Fair. From here we are traveling to Indianapolis (of all places) for Gen Con, America’s largest gaming convention. Neither of us are gamers, but the convention hires him to play music and gives him an opportunity to do workshops on Blythe Dolls, which he customizes. And best of all, one of the perks is a five star hotel room. Of course, it’s still in Indianapolis, but when I can lounge around a five star hotel room and have access to some of the best costumers in America at the same time, I’m sold. (No hard feelings, Indiana readers, but I’m originally from Ohio, so when I go on vacation, Indianapolis is not the first place on my list of places to go).
So anyway, I find myself flying a lot.
It’s also a possibility that as I’ve gotten older, my mortality has become more and more apparent to me. When I’m sitting in those itty bitty airline seats, clutching the arm rests and having extreme doubts about the pilot’s abilities, I’ve realized that flying is not the joy that is used to be for me.
I also realized that the curmudgeonly Wiccan has rubbed off on me a lot this trip. This last flight that I was on was neverendingly horrible. I had to fly from Charlotte NC to Chicago and there were many storms that the plane had to fly through. I finally started running through our very codified Wiccan ritual in my head. Once I had called the Quarters and had a circle in my mind, I felt infinitely better.
And then my mind started to wander…if you’re between the worlds when you’re in circle, are you doubly between the worlds when you’re in Circle and in an airplane? What do the elementals think of these things? Are there Elementals of airplanes? It was probably at that point that I had realized that I had lost my mind, but at least I felt better.
It made me start to think about what other Pagans do when they travel: Do you have rituals for flying or road trips? Do you take a traveling altar with you?
One of the best Yule vigils I ever held was during full moon on an all night roadtrip with my Pirates. We had some of the best conversations that I’ve ever had about what that vigil was for and what we had been thinking about in relation to that holiday. After it was over, we realized that the trip itself had made us keep vigil in a much more intimate manner than we had ever managed in the past.
Traveling always changes my perspective about many of my practices. When I start thinking about how to modify and substitute to continue with my daily practices while I’m on the road, all the things that I take for granted become much more apparent.
Safe travels to anyone who is in the same situation as I am this week!
But in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy a blissful week of arguing with my curmudgeonly Wiccan in person once again…