The wheel has turned again, and we find ourselves at the next holy day of the old ways… well, a particular pantheon of old ways, anyway.
For those of you who have been around for a while, you already know I don’t fit in a particular religious group. There was a time when people would call me a dabbler, intending it as an insult, though I rarely took it as one. I am a bit of a dabbler. I am strong in my faith, and I accept that my faith doesn’t exactly fit well within the parameters of any other particular faith.
Though this day and age is particularly suited for exactly that sort of thing.