Gwen Morgan’s coven

Coven-trained, now happily solitary. Sabbats, circle-casting, and an altar that is mostly cat hair. Twenty-two years under the moon and still learning.

Ceremonial magician working through Golden Dawn and Thelemic material. Banishing ritual each morning, magical diary each night. Discipline, not costume.

Astrologer, data analyst, recovering cynic. Mid-Saturn-return and documenting every lesson. I'll read your chart if you stop blaming Mercury for everything.

Irish pagan and devotee of Brigid. Poetry, holy wells, and a candle kept for her on Imbolc, with a fire extinguisher kept by the altar always.

Mechanical engineer. Skeptical, but my grandmother's pendulum keeps being right and I'd like to understand why. Here with a spreadsheet and an open mind.

Retired schoolteacher with a Varanasi childhood. Morning puja, evening Gita, and endless chai for whoever visits. Ask me about festivals at your own risk.

Hellenic polytheist. First flame of the day for Hestia, libations on the balcony, and a lot of Homer read aloud badly. Athens-born, Melbourne-based.

Taoist the old family way: incense for the ancestors, tai chi in the park at dawn, Tao Te Ching on the bus. Water wins by yielding.

Grew up beside a small shrine in Nagano, now in Seattle. Kamidana above the bookshelf, fresh sakaki on the 1st and 15th, and a quiet bow to every old tree.

Just wandering in. ✦

Grandmother of five, keeper of a very unruly herb garden in Vermont. Kitchen witch for forty years. Ask me about calendula, chamomile, and patience.

Crystal shop owner in the high desert. I'll tell you what a stone means to me, not what it 'cures.' Unapologetic labradorite enthusiast.

Haitian Vodou, raised in it, serving in a Brooklyn sosyete. Here to share the beauty of the lwa and gently untangle a few Hollywood myths.

Novice at a small Benedictine house. Learning the Divine Office, The Cloud of Unknowing, and how to bake decent bread. Here to listen more than speak.

Cornish sea witch. Tide tables pinned by the door, salt in every pocket, and a bad habit of talking to gulls. Storm-watching is my meditation.