Sometimes you get lucky. The people you spend the most time with have similar beliefs. Everyone shares their practices and traditions. You start adopting things that make sense or that you like the feel of. And maybe, after a few years, you all sit around drinking a bottle or three of moscato and someone proposes a name for the group. And it’s perfect. And you all laugh and say “YES” and an image comes to mind and you make it so.
And sometimes you don’t get so lucky.
I was recently asked to join in the inception of a new coven. There are eight of us (do you see an immediate issue?). I’ve known four of them for years. I’ve been in a fledgling coven with three, and three were in the group I mentioned above. There has been strain and hurt though, the last few years have not been easy. So to agree to form a working relationship meant I was going to have to try to put that aside and move on.
I don’t move on easily.
The other three in the group are a couple from out of state and a man I had met years ago.
The coven we are hiving from has a strict “no spouses” rule. I have a feeling we will see why before this is finished.
So, this new coven is nameless. It is also leaderless. It’s supposed to be able to be run by consensus. But did you note the issue that is going to make that impossible? An even number of voters means that there will always be the possibility of a draw.
We’ve been tossing around names.
A few like long names.
A few want a short one.
Some want it to sound “witchy”.
Others want to avoid pretension….
We’ve looked at plants, both local and magical.
We’ve bandied about locational markers.
We’ve tossed out colors.
We’ve tried incorporating something about the group we’ve hived from.
There’s one of the group that shuts down every discussion.
Without strong leadership or a well defined group dynamic we aren’t going to go very far.
I just want someone to sing the songs with. To understand why I stomp around to wake the earth. Who also salutes the moon as she rises.
Is that too much to ask?