"Open Letter to My Friends – My Soul is Alive" Reinventing Donna Darkwolf

Tuesday, 03 May 2012. 4:52:20 PM

Welcome to The Deep End.
It is ALWAYS Deeper than You Think

i was 35 and filled with energy, vitality, a sense of urgency, vibrancy and most importantly, vision.

youth and strength, power and beauty.

i remember hosting the first Pagan Fayre in 1997 at my large and luxurious home I shared with my husband Babh Catha 888. our garden housed 120 people.
The Mother Temple, the Temple of 8, seated 60 people comfortably.

the Fayre had 15 stalls. It may sound a little now but it was a lot way back then. and even today when people boast 50 stalls or so it is seldom pagan goods they sell.
only pagan related craft were allowed. then there were of course tarot readers, Indian head masseuses and so on.

the Fayre attracted no less the 500 people including curious neighbors and the police.

i was proud. i was proud of what i had achieved,
what the Pagan Federation of South Africa had achieved, what my marriage had achieved and proud that my parents were proud of me.

i was happy when people came into my space, cooed about my art, and wished they were me.

i never saw it as an invasion of my space.

after 4 yrs of marriage my husband closed the doors of the Temple of 8 on grounds of privacy.

this did not deter me. I found a mansion in Houghton to work from.

Circle of the African Moon’s Mother Temple became the new Temple Home.
Its doors opened in 2003.

i did not mind people in my space. In fact, I basked in it. It added another dimension of satisfaction in my already exciting life.

Transferring The Mantle of Leadership and Service

Now, the Circle of the African Moon’s Mother Temple in CT will close its doors at the Winter Solstice of 2012 
just as at the Winter Solstice of 1996, the Pagan Federation of South Africa had been birthed by me.

however, the Circle of the African Moon’s Sister Temple will open its doors at the Winter Solstice of 2012 in Johannesburg.

am I sad?

not at all.

do I have regrets?

what about?

after 15 years of serving the public, I no longer want people to covet my art, wish they were me and invade my space.

where I am going to live is a small town-house.
I will not have a temple or a temple room.
I will not even have an altar, save for a small piece of dedicated space on a bookshelf.

have I lost?

was there ever a battle?

i have nothing to prove to anybody. There was a time I needed and sought approval.

now I wish to morph, to hold my aura close and not be noticed.
I want to blend in at the supermarket in Kenilworth,

i do not need to wear my pentagram gorged across my chest.

i do not wish to wear my big ring – the insignia of ‘darkwolf’.

darkwolf is resuming

NOT

retiring;

reinventing -

NOT

retreating

other leaders have been created or found their way into leadership positions. they will dance to the tune of their own vision.

and so I ruminate on my past, my triumphs and my shortfalls.

but I never wonder if it was all in vain.

i have had all the necessary time, and financial security, in order to be freed from the shackles of
regrets we accrue before the moment of our own death.

i have been provided with an advantage, right until this current incarnation’s end.

Fortune Has Smiled Upon Me

the goddess has sent me my beautiful soldier

on 1 November 2007 this remarkable, kind and gallant man, strode into my life.

my guardian. my protector. my lover. my soul-mate. my very own flight lieutenant.

and my personal “minion”. I refer to him as my minion because he is always doing things for me and us,
and ever since franco introduced me to the movie “Despicable Me” and those lovely, funny MINIONS who all do Gru’s bidding

i can always have a joke when addressing franco by starting my request, advice or whatever with: “Minion…”

and because franco is very good at accent impersonations, he always responds in the
high-pitched, jabbery gobble-de-gook of “minionese”, which is so funny and keeps me rolling in laughter.