A Few Digressions

Sitting in class waiting for my instructor to actually teach something, so I am going to throw out a few thoughts here.

As you can see from the title of the blog, I am a witch.  Wiccan.  Pagan.  Whatever you want to call it.  I have been a solitary practitioner for years.  I have recently thrown in my lot with a bunch of Wyrdoes here in East TN.  It's nice to have a group of like minded people that I know will not attack me for my religion.

Now, I promise, this blog is not going to take on too much of a pagan bent.  But I feel the need to get my thoughts down somewhere that is relatively safe.

I was talking to a friend of mine last night about how I felt while participating in Pagan Pride Day and the ritual.  (Trust me, that ritual confirmed that I do not want to be part of a coven in anyway shape or form.  I'll stick with my group, thanks.)  It's no surprise to anyone that I am a protector, an enforcer.  I am also a leader.  It's natural for me to try to take charge if I feel that something needs to be taken charge *of*.  This brought up an interesting quandary for me.

I don't have any pull from the Goddess to be a priestess above what a Wiccan is in her own right.

I have experience with being Her enforcer.  It's not something that I will talk about with anyone but the person who was also involved, but suffice it to say, I know what it is to walk in the moonlight with a sword at my side.

So my question became- what am I?  Where do I fit in?  I am comfortable with being on the fringes.  I am comfortable taking charge when I feel there is a need.  I am comfortable with being the strength behind - or in front of - someone who needs it.  I am comfortable with the earth and in the moonlight.  

I am a Guardian.  My totem is the Wolf.

I am Emberwolf.