For two years I have turned the wheel of the year with a wonderful group of witches. Last night, in an early Beltane frolic, we turned together for the last time. 

It came as a shock, but this is the organic reality of Wicca. When the elders tire or change their focus, circles dissolve.

There's talk of keeping in touch, but much depends on bringing vague promises to reality.

For me, it's time to question what brought  me to the group in the first place, decide if the need has been satisfied, and figure out where to go from here. But first I must draft a heartfelt letter of thanks to the elders who have led the circle.

No, that's second.  FIrst, I feel like spending time in the healing, cleansing waters.