With Day and Lori as sponsors, I’m granted entry to a Litha (midsummer) festival taking place in a family center miles away from the downtown bustle. Witches hold eight such festivals, or sabbats, throughout the year, primarily as a means of fostering community. Some adults wear long black gowns with red sashes. Bold facial hair abounds. At one point, we’re invited to come into a circle, ask blessings from the four winds and watch a re-enactment of the Oak King and Holly King battle for supremacy. In their midst, I am every inch a muggle. Yet, the magic is altogether unexpected.
Kids run around tables laden with homemade food. Moms trade neighborhood gossip. There’s a raffle and a bar serving watery drinks. Take away the gowns and it might have been one of the countless Indian cultural events my parents took me to as a child.
“We’re all trying to answer life’s mysteries,” Day says. “Some of us just go about it a different way.”