Wild Forests

Trust

I stood on the pavement at the train station, waiting for C to pick me up.  A gloriously pink sunset was sprawled across the horizon, and the puddles scattered over the carpark reflected small pink and blue clouds.  I remembered a passage in Twelve Wild Swans which described  a street party where deep puddles were surrounded with greenery, and candles floated in them, so that people paused and gathered, gazing into those reflective meditative pools.

When I arrived home, I dripped patchouli and juniper oil into the burner on the household altar, and rubbed a little of the dark, spicy scent on my wrists.  I lit candles, and watched their light flicker over the goddess statue, who gazed at me, arms folded over her chest.  I am re-reading Book of Shadows , and my hands itch to fill my spice cabinet with herbs and candles, to make magic once more.  It has been years since I have cast a spell.  I grew to afraid, too cynical.  I'm ready to bring magic into my life once more.

I will work for several very intimately related things this year - to be more confident, to worry less, to trust more in my intuition.  I was thinking over this at the train station, when the wind blew up suddenly, and raised a chill from my scalp to me feet.  This is the right direction. 

posted by Cee at 12:27 PM