Somewhere in inner space stands a doorway. Cross at exactly the thirteenth hour and you may find your own everywhen home, exactly as you like it. This is mine, a woodlands cottage I retreat to when I hanker after my fireside, books, candles and the aroma of food cooked on a real wood stove. It is a real place somewhere on the globe and also above it...
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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