"He's just asked me if I would be handfast to him!" The young witch beamed excitedly, as I emerged from my tent.
I grinned back, "Wow! Nice one! When are you looking to do it?"
"Now!" She gushed. "It makes perfect sense. Everyone is here and we have a High Priestess!"
It did make a lot of sense. We were all camping out in the Shropshire borderlands. Most of the Pagan moot was present and, as we were there during a Sabbat, we had enough paraphernalia to do this thing.
Plus it wasn't like the couple had just met. They had a home together.
She was still talking. "We're going to do it for a year and a day, then perhaps extend that to a lifetime next year. Then our parents could be there." Ah! Yes. Family. "Say you'll do it!"
It wasn't like I had much choice in the matter. I could see past her, where the news was spreading like wildfire. Pagans like nothing better than a chance to party and organize pretty things. People were already getting ready. I was fine with this. "Ok, where do you want to do it?"
"Here!"
Here was a camp-site. We'd taken over half of the field, but it wasn't busy. There were only a handful of other tents at the other end of the site. Alongside us, the River Clun was barely a stream, babbling its way towards the distant town. Trees lined the riverbank and the site itself. I went to fetch my athame.
By the time I was back, the circle was already forming. I'd not had time to speak with the bride and groom together to discuss how this was going to be done. They both stated that they preferred the spontaneity and they trusted me to get it right.
I didn't have time to get stage fright. I was in that circle within minutes of knowing it was going to happen! It was fun. It was pretty. It was loving. It was this great outpouring of friends, all focused on the ecstatic bride and groom. The words flooded out of me, the sun beamed down and all was wonderful.
Except for two members of our moot.
They were Heathens, not witches of any stripe. They'd organized this whole trip and liked to frame themselves as our leaders. They had been the last to be informed about this Handfasting and their faces were grim throughout.
The ceremony didn't last too long. Everyone there knew what they were doing, so there was no need to pad it out with explanations for non-Pagans. All roles were performed to perfection and it was a great atmosphere. But for those two.
The second it was over, we began party mode. In the pre-wedding rush, some members of our moot had raced to the shop. They brought out cake and bottles of wine now. We celebrated, until we found the bride in tears and the groom with a face like thunder.
"What's happening?" I asked, but before they could answer, I too was called over. It was the two Heathens, both looking stern. I followed them behind their tent and was basically told off.
How dared I hijack their peaceful Pagan outing to turn it into a wedding? How dare I not show them the respect of asking them first? This wasn't just any campsite! It was one which they came to regularly. We hadn't had the common decency to ask the owners! Now they were both outed as Pagans there too.
"Has there been a complaint?" I asked. There was no-one but us around. It was mid-afternoon and the other tents seemed deserted. No cars were parked alongside. The owners lived in a house on the other side of a henge. I hadn't seen them appear.
"That's not the point!" I was informed. But they didn't get much further. The rest of the moot, now wedding party, were equally informed now, through the tears of the bride and the ranting of the groom.
They say that there's no good wedding without a fight, but I have to say that one was quite spectacular. It ultimately split the moot apart. To this day there are a handful of different Pagan groups in the city, all dating back to the schism wrought by that Handfasting.
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I've not really thought about it in those terms before. You're right, of course.
In my experience, all people are beautiful and dress sense is - at best - a fad. Wait long enough and you'll be the trend-setter.
The big enemy of public speaking is self-consciousness. You cannot present to a live audience because you are wondering how they regard you, and this takes your mind off the subject. I can speak publicly [need to, as I have been teacher and a one time candidate for parliament-Liberal Democrat 1992-came third.] But what got me able to speak publicly was training for the Catholic priesthood. They make you speak publicly by having everyone take turns at leading prayers. You feel terrified at first, and some people forget common prayers, such as the Lord's Prayer, but after a while you become immune.
What gets me nervous is that I have no confidence in my appearance. I have not a great dress sense and do not consider myself good looking, never have. In fact my nephews and nieces had a vote on who has the worse dress sense, I or my brother. They voted for me, as at least, they declared, I have one. As a writer, examiner and gardener I have no need to consider appearances.
There's something ridiculously off-putting about being able to see your audience. I've now got a regular readership of 1000+ a day on Wizzley. But I'm calm as a cucumber, because I can't see them. If I had to stand up and read my articles out to the same people, I'd end up in a heap on the floor.
You have to be careful with some Tarot readers. You'd be amazed how much you can give away, just in your person, aspect and reactions to what's being said. When I'm giving readings, I'd prefer the person to be in another room!
I've done a couple on the Tor. I'm trying to recall which one you're referring to. I have done a Beltane one there. As for the rainy one, I really don't remember which time of year, though I don't think it coincided with a Sabbat.
Yes, leaping over the broomstick is that. But it's not really the fact that it's a broomstick that matters. It's the wood. I tend to use my stang, unless the couple request an actual broomstick. A stang is just the stick without the broom. And yes, re the carrying the bride over the threshold link.
I can't present to an audience either. But I managed to co-present a hospital radio show without thinking about those who could be listening. My former University lecturer was the same - couldn't present to a lecture theatre to save his life but went on to have a successful TV presenting career because he was able to talk to the camera and sound staff with no problem.
As for Tarot, the last time I had my cards read was over 30 years ago, and that made me so scared by its accuracy I refused to go anywhere near them again.
By the way, do put me out of my misery: was the Tor Handfasting a Beltane wedding or is jumping the broomstick a normal part of a Handfasting, like the groom carrying the bride over the threshold of their new home for Christian weddings?
Back in the early 90s I was mad on a band called EMF. The lead singer James Atkin used to get stage fright so badly, that none of the band would believe he'd get onto the stage. But he always did and you'd never have guessed he'd suffered from it!
As for Tarot cards, my friends always said that I did my best readings while drunk. They get me drinks with this in mind!
I'm terrible speaking in front of any audience. I was in a play once and threw up with fright then too. Yet I'm perfectly relaxed about thousands of people reading my stuff on the internet. Disassociation!
You have some great stories! Before I do a group of tarot readings, I get like a stage fright too. I don't throw up, but I feel like I can't do it. Once I have the person with me and start the reading, it all fades away and I feel OK. I understand many musicians get sick before they go on stage too, though we would never suspect. It must feel so nice to witness so many handfastings!
She was brilliant! She played it perfectly and saved the day. :)
excellent to hear these stories. Your friend who kept you calm sounds great by the way :)
Happy to have shone a light into a new area for you. :) Thanks for reading.
This is awesome! I haven't heard about it before. Very interesting.