Years and many, many years ago (I cannot emphasize the many enough – croneholio!!), when I first started out on the pagan path, I spent a lot of my time trying to fashion my spiritual around the structures and 101 necessaries.. while a beautiful thing for those who thrive on formalized ritual and the symbolic use of all such things, it turned out that I was just not such a being. I was/am definitely more the solitary hutted up with her bones & other type – working with the plants and trekking the in-between. I eventually found my way through an old woman, a hyena, and a horse with red eyes.. but that is a story for another day and has nothing to do with the evolution of the workbook.
One of the first things I must say of my walk is that I am very simplified.. just me, a few necessities, and spirit. I left behind all those tools collected from the days beginning. My cauldron survives on altar still, but other than that and incense, the rest have gone. My althame is there, unused as always, waiting to be passed on to one who walks that walk. My boline has been replaced with pruning shears (fancy, I know), my wand with a stang, and by BOS has morphed into more of a workbook of sorts.. a mishmash of collected information, things jotted down so as not to forget, and artwork that inspires. My biggest workings usually only involve some incense/offerings, my spirit bag, sometimes a fetiche, my stang (if I am outdoors), occasionally an ethogen, and spirit.. I have never been more connected.