As a solitary witch, most of my knowledge comes from the pages of books I have managed to collect over the three years I started reading into Wicca. Since I can remember, I have always been spiritual. I never doubted that there was something Higher. Admitting, I wasn't sure of God let alone a Goddess. I just knew something existed. I could feel it.
Once I started reading more into Wicca, I felt the pull. Was there a Goddess as well as a God? Was that my Higher Power? I knew not, only that the more I swam in the wiccan sea, the more I wanted to drown in it. The beauty of it touched me deeper. The knowledge was there, written in these books, on these pages. Yet when I reached out, I wasn't sure if I was reaching far enough.
Could the Goddess hear me? Could the Goddess feel me?
Books brought me this far; I have to walk my path. not read it. So I took a walk. I drank the natural world in, and I sipped it like a sweet wine, savoring every taste. Nature was alive, energized somehow. I could feel the breath, the heart beat, the growling stomach. I could feel the wonder, and I wanted to see the Goddess and the God in it. Show me, I asked the Goddess. Just a glimpse.
I looked down, and there at my feet was a feather, a dark tan with two dark brown dots decorating the fine piece of work. It was beautiful, and it was from the Goddess. She was watching, showing me I was on the right path!
That was a year ago I found the feather. And since then, I know I am on the right path. I still read my books, the knowledge printed there from countless authors guiding me, empowering me. Sometimes I still long for that teacher that I might have connected with had I sought a coven. But either way, I still have my Goddess, and she still has me.