It's decided. For years, I've followed the Sabbats quietly, to myself. Planning barbecues around various harvest days, dedicating a particular glass of wine, or act of love to the proper deity on the proper day. Picking flowers, and decorating my altar, in accordance to the seasons, but I've never vocally had full on celebrations.
That starts now. Today, with the feast of Lammas! Loud and proud. I realize, as I look around, that I have people to celebrate with me! Once upon a time, I was a solitary little witch, reading and studying late into the night, holding my rituals solo. Now I have a willing partner, a fairly apathetic hanger on, and a boy dawning into manhood that was raised pagan. Time to party!
Cheers. As I drink this very delicious, very expensive beer, that I blessed and dedicated to the Gods of Plenty, I realize how truly blessed we are, and remind myself that living a life of constraint, quietude, and self denial is in direct opposite of my True Will. Let love flow. Bring on the feast, the food, drink, and the fornication The time for quietude is later.
