My Wiccan lineage, that is. This morning, as I got up and got dressed for work, something told me to wear a particular pentacle. This is my reverse pentacle, a necklace I made by hand in celebration of my Second Degree Initiation. I don't wear it often, as I am not one to show off my credentials or what-have-you. Today, though, it just felt right.
This necklace connects me to my lineage as a Wiccan. It connects me to people I've never even met. Powerful people. Wise people. It also connects me to my own Initiators. I still see them every once in a while, but not often. As I drove to work this morning, I could feel all of that power flowing through and around me. I felt as if I were being watched, comforted, and assessed by countless very Old Souls.
It took my breath away. I had to sit in my car for a few minutes when I got to work to get my bearings. Even when I'm not active, I'm connected. I need to remember that and to honor it.
I left my Coven in 2003 (amicably and by choice.) I did not think, at the time, that I would want to join another. For the years since, I have practiced largely as a Solitary. I am involved with a couple of groups, and those experiences are amazing for me. I love them dearly.
Though my practice is eclectic, I am, in my heart and soul, Wiccan. I am craving that experience again. I think that I may be ready to look for another Coven. (I do not expect fast results--this, like all parts of the Pagan journey, will take time.)
Today, I am honoring my Witch Ancestors. Without these wise and wonderful people, I would not be where I am today, spiritually.