I should know by now that the melodrama always fades with a new day. Kitten was lovey this morning and came very close to calling in sick to work because she wanted to spend the day with me. Warm fuzzies.

But anyhoo.

Two of the people in my group this weekend were a couple who live relatively near by and run basically a pagan church of sorts (Let’s call them Sola and Knight). They invited me to join their online group and come to their Samhain and Yule celebrations. They were very nice. And closer to my age than most of the people I meet at gatherings. It’s very exciting, because I don’t really know any other pagans, aside from the women at the full moon circle, and there’s just no click with them. (There’s also a girl who’s a friend of a friend, but I was kind of an asshole the first time I met her, so she doesn’t like me. But that’s beside the point, really.)

Being part of a pagan group would be so lovely. People to learn from and form bonds with, people with whom I can actually talk about this stuff. I like the way Sola and Knight described their group – a loosely knit community of solitaries who come to worship outdoors together and “meet, learn, and grow.” Good stuff.