Tuesday, June 19, 2007, 12:51 AM EST [
General]
My extended weekend was a contrast between an abysmal experience with US Airways and the fun and sense of community I enjoyed with members of the Fellowship of Anglo-Saxon Heathenry. The plane trip was a nightmare coming and going. On the flight out my plane was two hours late departing. So I arrived in Denver much later than planned, but Osric and Leofrun visited with me into the night.
The following morning we headed out for a ranch in the Rocky Mountains. We met Robin and JoLynne and Æschere at a truck stop en route, and then formed a caravan for the remainder of the trip. Colorado is such a beautiful place. Our journey led us along dirt roads through the most wonderful, scenic landscape as we climed into the mountains. Eventually we came to the ranch, where a rustic cabin stood not far from a rushing mountain stream. Our caravan was the first to arrive, but we were soon joined by other Anglo-Saxon Heathens.
We held symbel that Sæterniht after dinner, all of us marveling at the stars overhead. There was a firepit near the stream. Even in the dark we were still aware of the majestic mountains around us, in particular Goat Mountain, which I think most of us felt an affinity for just because of its name. The hírdas of Tirfæst, Earendel, Martinez and Friþhus were represented at the symbel.
I was pleased with how much "business" we accomplished over the weekend, and how things turned out in general. I distributed copies of Sé Ærendraca to all of the gesiðas attending. People seemed enthusiastic about the revised Wéofodþegn Study Program that I proposed, and Osric appointed me to administer it. But most importantly, I think, we defined our membership more clearly.
On Sæterdaeg some of us hiked up a foothill at the base of Goat Mountain. The slope was covered with quartz outcroppings, lichen covered stones and small cacti.
After sunset, as Sunnaniht came over us, Jolynne went into trance during a wiglung rite. I brought a question to her and was reassured by the vision that was related to me (although, for now, I'll keep this to myself). After this we held symbel again, and Artgyr of Friþhus gave his oath.
The folk of Tirfæst were wonderful hosts throughout the weekend. The meals they laid out were delicious; marinated steaks, a pork roast, burgers. Hot breakfasts of bacon, eggs, toast and pastries. The horn was raised more than once to Leofrun, who'd found the site for the gathering. And of course it was Tirfæst who helped coordinate things for us out-of-towners. I was glad to finally meet Osric and Leofrun. I've spoken to them so often on the phone and exchanged so many emails. Osric is much as I envisioned him. His enthusiasm can be infectuous. And he doesn't hesitate to speak his mind, which I like in a person. Leofrun seems older than I expected, although she really isn't. She's mature - and strong - for a woman of her years. I'd like her to meet Efenehð. They both have a strong interest in fiber arts, and I think they'd like each other.
All good things must end in their time, and I think all of us were sorry to leave the ranch. Next year we may extend this another day. I could certainly have spent another day with my fellow gesiðas from across the country.
Late on Monaniht we discovered that my flight home had been cancelled. Leofrun got it straightened out, but I had to take an early morning flight (after getting about two hours' sleep), and Scott had to take off work to pick me up at the airport. I'd missed him. Next year I hope he'll go with me. I think he'd have enjoyed the retreat.
And next year I want to make an offering to Þunor at the peak of Goat Mountain.
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