Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Between sabbats, the new moon


The new moon hangs in the sky with upwardly tilted horns, and Venus the evening star lies at her feet. Not a time of harvest in the heavens, but an empty basket ready to be filled, the time before plenty. The image, our Lady of the harvest, to send the message that I have need, oh Goddess, I have need and I meet with myself and with You before the moon to ask for my need to be met. That is all. Simple. Necessary.

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