I opened a box toady and found a whole lot of old letters, poems, school books and the like. In one, there was a page of comments that my class mates had written about me after we had been at camp. We were 14 years old. My teacher at the time had also written his thoughts on me,
"Bubbly blonde - scared of cuddles though! Fun + cheerful - Excellent sense of humour - Keen + playful." WTF?? "Keen and playful"??? ....All the more reason to be a cold, harsh bitch.

Thinking back

I have to write an essay. About how Maltese Pagans compare to Pagans globally. It's a compulsory subject that I have been given. I don't often think about Pagans to be honest. Such a small minority and hardly visible within my culture. But this assignment did get me thinking back to a time when I did actually used to know a few Pagans personally.

They were an interesting group of women. (And one brother.) Not all lesbians but perhaps bisexual at least. My best friend at the time introduced me to this lovely, ragtag bunch of outcasts. She was their "alpha female". (if there is such a thing.) I was the "odd" one in this bunch because I was straight and even more oddly a Christian. Despite this they accepted me (somewhat cautiously) into their "family". I never did involve myself in their rituals or even inquire what their beliefs were. (Youthful foolishness and fear of the unknown.) But we'd go out (mainly to the gay bars) and we'd share our laughter and terrible dancing. And in the quiet of long road trips and lying under the stars, we'd find peace and comfort in a shared humanity.

I wonder why life can't be this easy sometimes? Love and Grace walk hand in hand.

Religion

It's become very evident to me that for most, religion is like a wooden leg. It helps them to stumble through life but in essence, it has no life blood running through it at all. No flexibility, no warmth, limited strength, it's just an inanimate object that can be removed and then strapped back on when the need arises.

I want no part of this. Culture is no excuse for a belief in a false god. It is said that "by their fruit you shall know them." But perception and "reality" are subjective. What might look like apples may infact be pears......Just a thought for the day.