I attended a masquerade ball with some pagan friends. I assumed there would be dancing and such, knowing how Renn fest people are, and you know, it’s a ball. Turns out, partying with pagans can really skew your perceptions of what a gathering is supposed to be like, even among people that most of society considers weird and over the top. But I had a good time, and made some progress in healing my wounded best-friendship, so it wasn’t a total loss.
My wife and I have began writing our Lammas ritual for the circle, and I think it’s going to be quite nice. We will likely finish it tomorrow night, and then spend some time in meditation on the message and intent, with some minor rewording to follow. We’re planning on making corn husk dolls, which is likely to be the majority of the outright magick that I perform for the ritual, as I tend to get to caught up in getting the words right during public speaking to actually hold much intent. I guess that’s something I need to work on.