PPD

What is PPD? It stands for Pagan Pride Day and Charlotte, NC had their annual one this year. It was totally awesome. It was the greatest. I had a good time at it. I bought some incense, soap, and pretty much had a great time.

I met with old friends, talked to new ones, and had it driven home to me why I have chosen the path that I have chosen. Part of it is that I truly believe in what I do but I could have stayed a closet witch if I wanted to.

I ran into this guy. And his aura was so pretty that I couldn't help but blurting it out. And his reaction? He smiled and said thank you very much for the compliment. He beamed at me, pleased. The end. For his world something like that was perfectly normal.

And there is acceptance for you no matter what. There is no wrong way. It's all right because we as humanity are many varied and those variances are to be celebrated and cherished. Not taken apart and found sinful and wrong.

I am at peace with this lifestyle than I ever was when I tried things the way I was raised to be. And no matter how hard I tried, I never felt like I was good enough and that was often rammed home by whatever preacher that I was in contact with. It was so nice to be there. The energy was festive and good. And though it was supposed to rain, the rain stopped in time for PPD. It was a great, great day.