Our Arrival at Our New Covenstead

In 2009, I moved into a lovely new house. Joined by my partner, another couple and a fifth friend of ours, we settled into this house to make it a home. We had been very discriminating in choosing this house. Not just any place would do for our purposes. We needed more than a dwelling capable of housing five men. I had been teaching a small group of Seekers for a few months at that point, and intended on building a coven, bringing the lineage of Oregon's Thalia Kyraphia to Georgia.

So, this home needed to be more than just where we lived - it needed to be a covenstead.

I knew I'd found the proper place when I walked into the den. This so-called "den" (which was quickly dubbed "the cathedral") was a massive room, with huge vaulted ceilings. At one end, with hardwood flooring, sat a fieldstone hearth, with a massive mirror above it. This mirror, which was framed in oak and carved with hand-sized oak leaves and acorns, literally stopped me in my tracks. I stared at it, dumbfounded - the oak has always been of significance to me in my own spiritual growth, and here I was, looking at my own face reflected back at me, surrounded by oak leaves.

The other side of the den was floored in beautiful, deep red tiles, and featured a set of massive picture windows that gazed out onto the back yard, with about an acre of tall trees and beautiful green foliage. Only a small portion of the back part of the property was what I would call a "lawn" - the rest of it was wooded, with a scattering of oak and other trees, a trellis-arched swing off to one side, and at the far end of the property, a small stream that burbled merrily over the rocks of its bed anytime it rained.

Paradise. I had to have it. Fortunately, my soon-to-be housemates agreed, and we all sat down to see if we could make it happen financially. In the meantime, my partner and I took a flower from the tea rose bushes up front, and a stone from its yard, with which to work some magic to bring us home to it.

Now, it is tradition in our line to name a covenstead. Many of us have used "[Something]haven," in honor of the first of our covensteads, Rookhaven, in Southeast Portland, Oregon. Well, we struggled and struggled forever, with no luck coming up with a name for our new home. We were happy to be there, though, and content to let the subject percolate.

Welcome

Most pagans these days look to "big names" in terms of Divinity. It's natural - most of us come from more conventional faith systems, which focus on The End All, Be All when it comes to that sort of thing.

Pre-Christian faith systems, however, were often far, far more nuanced. The "big names" were big because knowledge of them often spanned multiple communities. The vast majority of cultures, however, also held to "smaller" gods. Individual tribal gods, for instance, the gods of natural geographical features, household gods and a family line or clan's ancestors.

One of the things that training in British Traditional Witchcraft has given me is an appreciation of and fascination with these "small gods." Gerald Gardner touched on the fact that the deities of BTW are tribal gods. We don't pretend they are all-powerful or all-encompassing. Indeed, they are very much the kinds of gods well-known in old paganism: "belonging" to a single tribe (in this case, the Wica), their names and rites kept secret from outsiders.

They aren't seen as omnipotent entities. They are treated as our friends and close confidants in many ways. We don't ask them to do things for us - we do them ourselves (though we may ask them for their help in doing so). We don't talk about the "destiny" or "purpose" our gods have for us, any more than we talk about those that our friends have for us. Our gods want us to be happy - not by their definition of happy, but by ours. They'll help make that happen (just as those close to us will). Moreover, they need us, just as we need them.

This dynamic, then, has sharpened my perspective in a lot of ways. When we moved into our current home, we knew it would be a covenstead. As time has passed, we've sought to interact with our household and local gods - particularly the Diana Biformis who acts as the goddess of our covenstead (but not our coven).

This blog, then, is about the evolution of our interactions with these small gods. Creation of liturgy, recording experiences and understandings, and generally keeping a place where we can record this information for posterity's sake.

I'm not going to pretend that it's likely to be of any interest save to myself, my housemates, and maybe a handful of others. But for those who're interested - welcome.