| A Simple Circle and it's Beauty Sofly the wind whispers in her ear, letting her know without doubt she's welcome here. It caresses her face as a familiar freind, sharing the love of the One who knows no end. Lightly she steps in the soft grass, smiling secretly as she goes about her task. She raises her face to the starlit sky, lifting her arms and raising the energy high. Hail Lady of the Whirling Wind, Host of the rising Sun! a call to the eastern corner to join in this circle of celebration. Hail Lord of Fire and Flame, keeper of the sun at midday! an invitation to the southern corner to join as he may. Hail Lady of Oceans and tides, cradle of the setting sun! a hardy welcome to the western quadrant to join the fun. Hail Lord of Mountains and Fields, watcher of the sun at night! a loving salutation to the northern quarter to lend his might. Salt is layed down in a circular motion for cleansing and purifying, the stars in her eyes and the Lady in her heart softly sighing. She sprinkles the ground with the blessed water to make it sacred, knowing magick is afoot while others are tucked away in bed. Her wand and power now in her hand, the circle is thrice cast, the inbetween world she now sees where there is no future nor past. And for her final act, an Invocation is made to Lady and her mate, May they join her in her work this night and help the hand of fate. Merrily she dances under the moon's glorious light, round and round she goes raising power for her magickal rite. Faster and faster she moves beneath the full moon, creating her cone of power and chanting her Witches rune. The wind wispers, the fire winks, the dew drops, and the earth shakes lending their help to the magick she makes. The circle is cast, the power is raised, she lets loose her spell, Time stops but only for a second just to wish her well. She stands and listens to the night sounds, but all is still, she knows that no harm will come she's done as she will. She raises her hands once more to the light from above, beautiful, open, skyclad, feeling free as a dove. It's a thank you she's whispering to her companions of this night, for without them it would have been an empty rite. The wind kisses her body softly, the fire lovingly lights her face, the dew clings sweetly and the earth steadies her pace. She thanks the Lord and Lady for their blessing and prescence here, offering up sweet cakes and wine while they are still near. She reflects a moment before undoing what has been done, Thrice it was cast, thrice it will be undone, ending the nights fun. Open is the circle but never broken will it ever be, Thanks to all tonight, merry part and blessed be. She lingers a moment more enjoying her spirit's lift, Before donning her robe to go inside ever thankful of her gift. ~ Emeraldmoon |