Hey folks,

So I’m thinking today of how I as a Witch have walked a Solitary road.  It’s not been entirely of my choosing.  When I first felt the call to Paganism and Witchcraft, or rather when I first realized Paganism was a viable religious option for me her in the modern world, I couldn’t find much in the way of out (in this case meaning findable, not necessarily public) Covens in Anchorage.  The one option I did find at the time seemed not to be the right fit for me at the time, so I walked and occasionally stumbled along on my own.

Over the years my faith has remained pretty constant, although my practice of the rituals of the faith has wavered in and out of view.  I tend to think of it, sometimes, as the danger or difficulty of being a Solitary Witch in that sometimes you can get a little lazy.  On the other hand, in the last year or so I have also come to appreciate that sometimes lighting a little incense or pouring a simple libation is all you need to do, and the Gods do the rest.

I know I am seeking fellowship, others to share the journey; fellow travelers to talk with and learn with (and from).

I know I am seeking some structure and continuity.  I am at a point right now where I do not want to do ritual for myself, I want to be able to let go and give myself up to the ritual, to ride the magic of the moment, to fully give myself to gnosis.