And so I have paddled these last few months as a Seawytch.
Dipped my toes and tested the waters.
As said before, previously The Mistletoeoak, I have stepped out from under the shade of the oak tree and gone foraging along the shoreline.
Away from the comfortable known: my Druid path, my coven training, my hedgewytch heritage.
No elders to pass down wrinkles of knowledge.
Nothing to safely follow. After all, stagnating in your comfort zone is a waste of your own potential and purpose.
And here I shall explore.
A sea grove.