In the late 80’s I went to Disney World. I saw a beautiful girl alone in line for Space Mountain and invited her to ride with me. Her name was Jana, and a friendship was born.
A few years later she sent me a newspaper all about a gathering in Wisconsin called Pagan Spirit Gathering. My hands shook as I read the paper. She was going. Did I want to go with her? I lived at home and had a small baby, but she would pick me up and we could camp together.
My first PSG changed my life forever. I met beautiful Pagan families, (even moms with nose rings!) took part in rituals, and danced naked under the moon. I met Selena Fox, Circe Queen Slacker, Otter G’Zell, Robin Grimm, and very importantly, Steven Posch. He told me stories that would forever shape my life, and even introduced me to Mother Berchta!
I had planned to upload a zillion pictures from that year, but a quick search of the basement was unproductive. Except for this one. I’d recognize that spin anywhere.
Speaking of Steve Posch, I met him at last year's PSG and was very impressed. You you know where I can get a copy of his book *Lost Gods of the Witches*?
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