Quo Vadis, o Nemed Cuculatii?
Whither goest thou, o Nemed Cuculatii?
To be honest, I don’t know. As a coven, we haven’t met in several years, due to the vagaries’ of life. The pandemic has only intensified that ennui, but the horizon’s glow in the east hints that there may be change on the approach.
But is it the Golden Dawn of Illumination, or an angry horde of villagers with pitchforks and torches?
Je ne sais quoi …
What I do know, is that in it’s most recent incarnation, Nemed Cuculatii is no more. Raven and I are planning a cross-country move within the next two years, and at our ages, we aren’t certain we have the Will and Strength to begin again and raise up another coven when we land in New England.
We still have unfinished business here, however, with at least one of our current Initiates, and until that piece is done, we will remain in abeyance.