Tonight my youngest son Titus experienced an important Rite of Passage, this was not his first, nor will it be his last. The energy of the Full Moon is still felt strong and, having painted Herself in Harvest Orange, She bore witness to another witch officially in our midst.
The entire coven was present, plus one as Aurora, only two, crawled out of her bed and wandered out to the Circle. She nonchalantly walked in and asked, "What you doing?" Family Coven that we are, we included her, even if Tradition says she can't truly take part for another year and a half.
Atticus, the eldest, anointed us all with Oil, I can still smell it on my wrists, and led his brother by the hand into the Circle cast in his honor.
We spun about the Circle, calling the Elements, calling our Gods, and Blessing dear Titus in Their names. He sleeps now wearing the necklace given to him in celebration and acknowledgement of this Rite.
Of course, in true tradition for us, as it happens every Wiccaning, the Eastern Quarter was toppled over again, candle and incense flying through the air. Again, it is a wonder that no one was set on fire.
This Rite came at a perfect time; the strengthening of the bond between us all was sorely needed.
I feel lightly tingley and full of love.
Bless you, dear Titus, in Their names.
Throwing the Bones
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