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It's funny how even the most innocent of gatherings can become so political and frustrating when people are involved.
I went to my P.M.S. meeting this past Sunday. For those of you playing along at home, PMS stands for Pagan Men's Society. We were supposed to be discussing arrangements for festivals and rituals that are coming up, which we did. But it seems that things always digress into an ego-fest and a whole lot of me, me, me talk. People can be so self-absorbed. We did manage to get some things accomplished in spite of all that. Goddess only knows how. But we did.