In a world rife with religious intolerance the choice to walk a Pagan path is challenging enough. I mean, I have to do all the work of finding reliable information pertinent to my path. What deities will I follow? What rituals are important? How do I perform those rituals? Where the heck am I supposed to find ____________*?
*insert ingredients and or tools, or both. The skin of a black snake? Really, now? Let me just run down to the market…
Truthfully, all of those questions are what make this path right for me. I love the fact that the principles of my faith call on me to be accountable, and not at some nebulous, in the future date, but every day. Every step of this path requires an active search for information and wisdom.
My search for wisdom, and my devotion to my deities, led me to find the concept of Pagan veiling. Ok, I say I was led to find it, but it was more like divine intervention, with Pinterest as the tool.
There I was, browsing Pinterest while enjoying the first cup of coffee, and an article showed up on my feed. I read it, found it interesting and resumed my scrolling. Then there was another article on it. And another and another.
I started to get the feeling I get when I am in a ritual, but stronger. Goosebumps on my skin, pounding heart, butterflies… And I swear, at that moment, as I sat pondering and watching the chickens in the yard, the clouds parted and the sun came shining through.
I put down my coffee and tablet, and immediately went into my bedroom and wrapped my head. The first head scarf that I used was silver. The moment the cloth was wound around my head, I knew I that this was meant for me. I love it when Divinity speaks directly to me.
There were some people who asked me if I had converted to Islam, if I was an ISIS sympathizer.
One very brave acquaintance said I looked like a Voodoo witch. I am sure he meant it as a joke, so I didn’t make a poppet, yet.*cue evil laugh*
Once I explained to these people that women from many different places have decided on modesty in the form of veiling to show honor, either to God, their Gods, or their husbands, most understood.
A few still do not, and that’s ok. My devotion is not dependent on their understanding.
So what have I gained by covering?
Well, dear hubby loves that I do not allow just anyone to see me without my covering. I think it makes him proud that I choose to not be identified or objectified by my physical attributes. But that’s not even on the list of reasons why I will continue.
The most notable gain is the sense of security it gives me. Long hair serves as a kind of antenna, channeling energy into the crown and third eye. When you are a HSP, this can be a curse. The energy and emotions of others can at times be overwhelming. Covering my hair acts as a sort of shield. It helps me to differentiate between my own and others’ feelings.
I feel the rewards of honoring my deities. Taking time to cover my hair is taking time and making a conscious effort to acknowledge them daily. They don’t want worship, they want a relationship. Covering is my way of maintaining that relationship.
Having a bad hair day? Put a scarf on it, I am good to go. ‘Nuff said. That patch of gray no longer is a problem.
Are there drawbacks? Of course. Even in the winter, multiple layers of fabric wrapped around your head can be stifling. I am certain that August in Georgia will be pure Hades. It’s a bit of a hassle to just run down to the grocery. Can’t leave the house uncovered, so running out to get milk can mean an extra half hour making sure my head is properly covered.
Hat hair. All. The. Time.
Those knots and twists of fabric can get skewed and knocked loose. I have walked around for hours in public before seeing my reflection and realizing I’d been walking around looking crazy with crooked knots and stray hairs peeking out.
I am still going to cover.
Disclaimer: Voodoo is a very valid practice. I am in no way disrespecting any who practice it, or how they do so.