I don’t even know what to say about this. I have a new wand. I wasn’t trying to get a new wand. I didn’t even want one. My wand was doing me just fine…or so I thought.
Coven sister W., her husband, our HPS Z. and I all ended up going to the Emerald Spiral Expo in Kent a couple weeks ago. It’s a nice exposition, actually. There’s loads of psychic readers, card readers, astrologers, palm readers, and even more crafts people. I was especially struck by one woodcrafter in particular: Karl Feret of Rare Earth Designs.
I was more taken with Karl’s wooden journal covers, which are very ingenious–they bind regular old paper punched with a standard three-hole punch into a handsome book, but the pages can be re-ordered at whim or necessity–but W. started playing around with some of the wands, so I picked up a few, too. They’re all lovely and masterfully made, and it was a pleasure to handle all of them. Now, I’ve never had the opportunity to handle many types of wood all within a short period of time, so I was surprised to notice how different the different energies were. They all shared that great, stalwart quality that all trees seem to have, but some felt like a mother’s hug, others like a father’s proud pat on the back, still more like a doctor’s concern, and some like the smile shared between lovers. It was pretty amazing.
For awhile, I found myself really drawn to one particular wand–a ziricote specimen that Karl said had a paternal energy that helped one make well-considered choices–but talked myself out of it. After all, I already had a wonderful wand back at home. But as W. was paying for a wand she’d chosen, I picked up a couple of others…and when I touched my snakewood wand, I knew I wasn’t going to put it down again.
Holding both the snakewood wand and my old pine one, well it’s like the difference between holding a scalpel and a chef’s knife. Both of them can get a cutting job done, but only one is going to have precision. It’s remarkable how different the two are. And almost scary how quickly I’ve fallen for my new wand.
But what do I do with my old one? It’s been my trusty swish-and-flick for years. I feel terrible de-commisioning it, but I doubt I’ll use it again.
Talk about first-world Pagan problems.