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Date: 2015-11-07 11:17 pm (UTC)I've always been solitary--but then, that's my nature. I'm not sure I could settle in a group.
It's been a year of contemplation and quiet for me, letting sabbats and equinoxes and moons pass with only a mental nod. Even Samhain. And I'm not sure I'm ready yet to face beginnings.
Of course, inertia is its own trap, so maybe it's time to end this fallow period before it becomes terminal stagnation.