Last year, I spent Mid-Summer at the Solstice festival in Greensboro surrounded by my coven, fairy costumes, and fire spinners. As night fell, we carved out space on the crowded lawn for our Sabbat rite and offerings. It was a glorious event filled with community and laughter. This year, I spent the Sabbat curled up on the couch.
The world is burning. The virus is still spreading uncontrolled in much of the United States. Many of the very institutions that should protect us are stressed and failing.