It’s been a year since the Frisky Faun made hoof-tracks at Beltane…where has she been? How has she grown?
Since joining the ranks of the fae-like, whimsical creatures still found on this planet, she has grown and evolved, shifting form day by day, building a solid foundation beneath her. She had embraced the unknown and dove headfirst into this life. Antlers and all.
Beltane went phenomenally. The pagan gathering welcomed her with open arms, and she met a plethora of beautiful people roaming around the festival. She also attended Samhain, and Beltane 2025 with the same amazing group. She continued her spiritual journey; studying traditions, divinations, and piecing together her puzzle of purpose.
The same nuances kept popping up, forest, animal, ancestors, but how to honor them all and where will this lead?
Her partner also began exploring spiritually and practicing Tarot reading heavily. The faun attempted, but tarot fell flat for her. The cards were beautiful but memorizing the meanings that didn’t make sense with the specific cards was frustrating. She needed something that made sense to her, she needed the “why”.
She stumbled upon Osteomancy while researching other forms of divination. Cleromancy also popped up. Something with these two…the throwing of lots to divine and converse with ancestors, honoring the animals that fell, every piece meant something and it was specific to that piece. She made the rules of what meant what, she picked the pieces that she felt called to, and everything had a why. This was her next step, readings from the wildwood. From nature, guided by her ancestors and Cernunnos himself when he pleased, she glimpsed her path ahead; woven with antlers and bone, whispered by ancestors, and radiant in its wild beauty.