We held our Anthesteria Bacchanalia at the wine shop here on the island. We had a great turn out of about 20 people (considering how small the space is and how small our island community is, it was fairly impressive). People brought lots of food and flowers, including one elderly man who wore flowers in his beard. We had funk music playing and the vibe was great. My co-priest and his husband made me a thyrsus, and co-priest’s mom made everyone in the grove flower wreaths for their hair. Had a lovely weekend with the Paramour in the cabin he rented, very romantic and inspiring. I could write sonnets about that man’s beauty. Here are a few photos of the festivities.
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- Anthesteria flowers. Co-priest’s mom made this beautiful arrangement.
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- Anthesteria flowers and wine. Everyone either brought flowers or wore flowers. It was lovely.
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- Me as a maenad. Unfortunately, this look of maniacal bemusement is just my day-to-day expression. I think I always have this look on my face like I am either going to burst into tears or rip your head off.
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- My Paramour (glasses, on left) and my husband (plaid shirt, on right). There is nothing in this world like a good old fashioned Southern Gentleman, and I was lucky enough to find 2 of them.
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- My Paramour (glasses, black shirt) and guests
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- Husband takes a picture of me posing with my thyrsus
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- Co-priest’s husband (and my best friend) setting up the wine. He works at the wine shop, so that made setting up this shindig easier.
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- Co-priest and his mom. She made the flower wreaths. I was trying to get a picture of his Bacchus pendant, but the photo didn’t turn out.
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- Surrounded by wine and brandishing the thyrsus Co-Priest and his husband made for me.
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- We had quite the spread, I brought homemade hummus and an assortment of olives. By the end of the night there was so much food we had run out of counter space.
Ravens and Ivy 