In the last installment, I had found my teachers. And what teachers they were, too! Well-versed in the Tumblr subculture, I didn’t have to worry about arguing with them over racism or transphobia or any of the other issues that preclude me from liking people.
They both worshiped an absolutely boggling number of gods from pantheons all over the world, making them well-suited to answering almost any newbie question I had. Our biweekly meetings quickly became a staple in my hectic college life, and one of the few times I got to spend any time with adults my own age.
Our little group has grown since we first met– I didn’t realize it when I first joined them, but it has been a project in the works for a while now– and I couldn’t be prouder of the group we’ve assembled. Everyone is wonderful and sweet and so genuine in their enthusiasm. Having this safe space where I get to see other people like me practicing openly and honestly and not just believing but loving their belief has caused an absolutely logarithmic expansion in my own practice.
That enthusiasm is infectious, too! My best friend (the one from the military pagan service) has begun cautiously exploring, and we’ve managed to excite the curiosity of our other best friend as well.
I’m starting to really believe that 95% of our attitude towards religion is informed by watching how other people feel about it (maybe that’s obvious to y’all, I don’t know) and that that attitude can be incredibly malleable in the right atmosphere.
Having laid out the foundation for how I got here, in my next post I will explain my practice as it currently stands, to give an idea of how quickly I’ve grown in three months.