For this sabbat, I had a quiet ceremony on my porch while the dogs played in the scant maple leaves of the front yard. I ate some grapes with my sandwich, thought bountiful thoughts and gave thanks for my family’s good fortune. I donated to my local food pantry.
I struggle with negative self-talk that I am not witchy enough. I know in my heart that I do not have to fully decorate the house for each sabbat, I do not have to bake for days, I do not have to host a full party, and I certainly can not make a bonfire in a drought! I perform the daily rituals that anchor me and meditate on the people and virtues that I value – it is a gentle comfort.