Internal Mono(b)log

Last night Kim and I went to Kensington Market for the Festival of Lights to celebrate the Solstice.

It was *really* nice. But more than that… it was really sincere.

While Kim and I were walking along in the parade along with the drummers, puppets, costumed folks, and other celebrants, I was almost overcome by the simplicity and sincerity of the event. There were no trappings, no ritual, no leadership (per se) – just a bunch of folks making noise and lighting the darkest night of the year.

*That’s* what it means (at least to me) to be Pagan.

Thanks