This has been a crazy few months for me. It all started when I said these few magic words to my husband, “I’m ready to move to Oregon”. From that time on, my world turned upside down. It was then that I realized I would be moving on and embracing the solitary life.
To give you a little backstory, my son moved to Oregon several years ago. We had already visited this beautiful state one or twice before as my husband’s best friend lives here. The hubby has wanted to move out of California for decades, but I was reluctant. I had family, friends, my coven, and several other groups I worked with that I was loathe to leave behind. Sure, I wanted a larger piece of land, was craving peace and quiet, and was itching for something new, but leaving is difficult and I wasn’t ready.
Enter the Pandemic. I was cut off – except for the occasional text and Zoom meeting – with these friends and family. I missed their beautiful faces, the camaraderie, making magick together, and, most of all, hugs. But I learned something valuable. I was going to be okay on my own.
Once we were able to get together once again, I realized that while I wanted (and needed) to be with all of these beautiful people, I truly wanted to begin a new adventure. And for me, this meant moving away. Oregon was calling and I was ready to answer her.
Now the chaos began in earnest. There was the constant search on the many “homes for sale” websites. We made multiple trips to Oregon, put in numerous offers, and lost out on, some fabulous homes. Finally we found the perfect space, offered, were accepted, and made our plans to move.
Leaving California was so bittersweet. I cried, my family cried. I hugged friends, said goodbye via text and emails, and cried some more. Most importantly, our coven met for the last time, where we decided to release ourselves to move on to other things. After many tears, we made the decision to morph the coven into a sisterhood circle, one where we could remain together from afar, have retreats, etc. yet allow ourselves to join other groups as we see fit.
Embracing the Solitary But Never Alone
Which brings me today. As I sat at my desk, looking about my newly put together studio/office/workspace, I realized I was alone -magically that is, and would be alone for quite a while. No pagan festivals, no coven meetings, no group rituals. This is the first time in decades, that I would be moving on and embracing the solitary life. The Sabbats would be my own to plan and observe. Full and new moons would take on an entirely different perspective. No more rushing to get the house ready for drum circles or Hekate’s Feast. Nope, it was just me, myself, and I – for now.
And with the solitude comes the self-discipline. When it is just you, it’s easy to neglect to set aside the time to do your own rituals, to follow the Wheel of the Year. It is easy to get forgetful, complacent, and some days, just downright lazy, when you are walking the solitary path. So, I will be making more lists, setting more reminders, and keeping myself on the crooked path I wish to follow.
I plan on chronicling my solitary journey here on this page. I’ll share rituals, spells, etc., that I create for the grand party of one. I am hoping that this too, will aid me in do the magical works I wish to do. I hope that you will join me as I keep moving on and embracing the solitary life.