With March around the corner, now is the time when my coven starts to focus on Ordinations. It’s always a joyous time of year, though it’s also the busiest. Between February and March, many of us are lucky to get even 1 day off from having to do a thing. Most of us maintain day jobs, several of us have families, and we all have lots of planning and coordinating around PantheaCon and then Ordination Retreat – not to mention our social lives. So, now that PantheaCon is done and over with, the focus shifts to the next thing.
Settling back into the world post-PantheaCon is a strange and mysterious thing. Every year, new things happen; and every year, I never know how to go forth and spread the happiness that fills my heart. This year was filled with ritual and learning, where in years past it was filled more with lecture and discussion. I’ve experienced so much, and I’m still struggling with the words.
Last week, I had the pleasure of going on a road trip to the snow with my fellow Huntress sisters. Being located in the Bay Area, snow is not a thing we see unless we specifically go looking for it. Plan we did, and off we went.
Stepping into the frost covered wood, feeling the moss squish between my toes. Anticipating, waiting, wondering. Is anyone there? Continuing forth, honoring the trees as I pass, I hear the sounds. A crunch, a crack, a single call.