My coral (or jade) anniversary

The year 2026 marks the quintricennial anniversary of my first participation in the world of Wicca. For those whose Latin is rusty (certainly I’m now more versed in Klingon) that means I’ve been part of the Craft for 35 years.

If you believe the marketing of the jewelry companies, that makes it either my coral or my jade anniversary of connecting to the Gods.

I wrote about my 25th anniversary and 30th anniversary in 2016 and 2021 respectively. Much has changed in the past five years.

With respect to Wicca, there’s an obvious one: my Wicca group, Acorn Garden, is no longer a functioning entity.

My “parent” group, the one that taught me, lasted for nine years or so. I taught Acorn Garden for twenty-four years. That’s a decent track record.

I haven’t completely given up hope that Acorn Garden might come back. If the students were there, I’d be happy to teach. However, as I said in that linked post, “folks seem more interested in learning Wicca from TikTok than writing essays on their favorite goddess.”

For my part, the gods are still there. My tributes to Hermes and Hecate still adorn my room.

Where will things be by the time of my ruby (40th) anniversary in 2031?

Hard to say. With effort and luck, medical science may finally assure me that my medical isolation is not necessary. Social media might shift to a mode in which I feel I can participate again.

I may not cast Circles anymore, and dancing naked in the woods is pretty much out of the question. But somewhere in there is the guy who shouted his enthusiasm to the Gods.

May we all have the chance to dance and shout again!