Serial Killer Wind

It looks like the apocalypse is a wee bit early. I am sitting by a window and the sky looks black. It is pouring outside (well, it wouldn't really be pouring inside) and there is a very strong wind. Of course, since we have satellite TV, it stopped working about 20 minutes ago, so all I hear is one really frightened Basset Hound upstairs. That dog is a coward. It started off as him being only scared of loud noises, thunder, fireworks (my house around the fourth of July or New Year's is a bit like a mental ward) but now he's progressed to being afraid of the wind. Yes that's right, just like in "The Happening", that gem of a movie, (that was said caustically for those who have not seen it) our poor little Dublin thinks the wind is out to get him. We've tried different things to see if anything helps him relax, and no, nothing works. He starts trembling and pacing the room. He stops as soon as the wind, thunder, or fireworks stop.

This week I am leaving for a pagan gathering. I leave on Thursday and I return Sunday. It is a primitive camp site so I will not be posting anything during those days unless I do it by carrier pigeon, and even in a pagan festival it's not looking likely. We are celebrating Beltane, the coming of spring. This festival is where the May pole comes from in all it's phallic glory. The theme for this year's festival in this particular camp is a Native American one, which will be really interesting. We will be learning different dances and chants. Throughout the four days, we get to go to varied lectures and workshops, with many famous pagan authors and performers. One I am really interested in seeing this year is a workshop on past life regressions. We will be doing some meditations to see if we can pick up any memories from previous lifetimes. It sounds so exciting. The main ritual is on Saturday night, followed by hours of drumming (primitive drums, not electric or modern). Then we have a final ritual on Sunday morning before we leave to send us off with good energies and recharged until the next one.
This camp does these kinds of festival twice a year, at Beltane and at Samhain (pronounced Sow-in, with emphasis on the first syllable). This is the first time I go to this one so we'll see how everything works out. If the posts stop it's because I was mauled by bears, so no worries.