In my last entry, I stated that service was another theme for me during this year's Pantheacon. At an event such as this, service is all around, of course, from the first moment you walk toward registration and see gorgeously dressed and bedazzling volunteers of all genders smiling from behind the long tables, ready to help. Major events are filled with volunteers: from programming, to safety, to tech, to operations, to folks just pitching in for a few hours to help keep things running. These are often the very ones that bear the brunt of displeasure when something goes awry, and who need to be reminded to eat lunch when the crush is on.

Why do we do service? We do service because it matters, and because we like it.

Years ago, when I worked full time at the soup kitchen I volunteer at now, living communally and receiving room and board for my time, a guest asked why I was there one day, when we were sharing a patch of container garden together before lunch began. I replied: "I'm here because I like it." He was taken aback, and even slightly offended in his response, which was, "You should be here because you want to help the poor!" Well, that was also true, of course. Social injustice must always have forces such as you and me to counterbalance its corrosion. But if I did not get satisfaction out of scrubbing potatoes, washing dishes, cleaning bathrooms, and talking with the working poor, the schizophrenic, the drug addled, and the down on their luck, I would not have spent four years with that as my primary occupation. Service? Yes. Servitude? No.

I thought of this as Peter Dybing and I spent a bit of time talking one afternoon. Peter is current First Officer of the Covenant of the Goddess, went to Haiti immediately after the quake, and the Gulf of Mexico after the Deepwater oil disaster. We talked about service without approaching the subject directly. We talked about all the projects COG and Solar Cross were engaged in and the projects that we want still to happen. There is one he is currently planning—to match up younger Pagans with Pagan Elders in order to record some of their history before it is lost. I chimed in that it would be great to ask them for stories and insights that would be of particular help to our communities in future, and make these available in themed volumes. By the time our conversation was through, we had a sketchy plan for Solar Cross and COG to work together on this project. I sent out emails to some of my students today, hoping to find people willing to spearhead some segments of this, for you see, all of my long-term students have a commitment to doing service every month as part of their curriculum.

Why? Karma Yoga—the discipline of action—keeps us strong. Service keeps us in connection with something outside our own psyche. It also helps to keep us clear in our dealings with others. There is nothing like cleaning an industrial oven after organizing a big event to help with perspective. It is part of why I still show up every week to scrub pots at the house of hospitality. I have a need, not only ideologically to help those whom society has allowed to fall through the cracks, but a need to not get too far from poverty myself. As much of a struggle as poverty is, middle class brings its own sort of death if we are not careful. As a woman with strong working class roots, I am ever aware of this. I travel the world and teach. People look to me all the time. To balance this, not only do I need to remain a student, and I do, I also need to do basic human labor in service of people upon whom most look with distaste. Otherwise, something in my spirit weakens. There are things about myself I simply would not be given the opportunity to see.