I do feel a little inconsequential. I don't know from quadrants or directions, and really I don't think it's as important for a solitary, as the rituals are about personal connection and grounding-- or at least mine are. So more than anything, what I did last night was a recognition, an acquiescence of that part of me that needs the connection to something greater. And this morning I woke up feeling a little more connected, a little more together, a little calmer.
You would be hard-pressed to find anything like an altar in the Big Broken Box™. If you looked closely, you might notice some small things, but I tend to keep that part of my life private. I don't really know why: a lot of my friends are pagan/wiccan, and rather open about it. It may have a lot to do with my upbringing and parental intolerance and the supression of any occult interests, or it might be a reaction to my experiences with organized religions and the hypocirisy of the people that practiced them, or it might be that I am a little embarrassed by my lack of knowledge.