SECTION III - THE CAULDRON - PART 1
Advanced Wicca by Patricia Telesco - Reviewed by ~Rain
Womongathering Announcement
Abby - Mystickally
Mystic Moon - ~Rain
Michael and Beth Chronicles - Selene SilverWind
Gaia's Song - DreamDancer
Womongathering Announcement
An annual Women's Spirituality Festival held in northeast PA, Thursday, June 7-Sunday, June 10, 2001.
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Abby
By Mystickally
The good thing about being in a college town is that the different cultures and religions doesn't seem so odd - if it did, then everybody would be sticking out like a sore thumb.
Even with the recent events, namely the modern day persecution of the pagans, there had not been any physical harm done to anyone. There was certainly tension, but for the most part, the students of the college were very accepting, even supportive. The local townspeople were a different story. Most were either frightened parents of younger children, fearing that the rumors about children being used in ritual sacrifice were true, while others were elderly people who's parents told them scary stories that had been passed down from one generation to the next. The only group of people that was feared of more than the pagans were those that dressed in gothic clothing. It amazed Abby that so many people were quick to judge people based on crazy rumors.
Since Janie's death, the general population had very mixed feelings. Whispers of "They're witches! Why didn't they save that poor girl?" or "They are filled with so much evil that they couldn't find it in their hearts to save their own kind?" circulated throughout town, but nobody could deny that there was real grief among "the witches". Among the rumors were talks about Greg and his lies. The police were unable to find any evidence that Greg had been attacked, other than his facial injuries and his word. That word had been in question even before Cal had spoken up about it, and now they had begun an investigation into the possibility that Greg attacked himself!
Somehow, Abby had managed to stay clear of Greg's path. She was afraid of what might happen if they came face to face. Greg had reverted to calling her names, like psycho and liar, but the one thing that confused and amused Abby was Greg's claim that she had a fatal attraction for him, and that was the reason for her accusations. Greg had even started to go around campus trying to discredit Abby, claiming that she was not only a liar, but also a psychotic nymphomaniac out to get her revenge!
It's like history is repeating itself. Greg and Abby started off as such great friends. Suddenly he turned on her and did whatever he could to make himself look like an angel. So much for being "over it" - Abby was far from it. She was hurt all over again, but this time, she tried to live her life and ignore Greg's actions. Every now and again, she'd catch a glimpse of Greg from across the way, staring or glaring at her. Abby would either not react at all, or else flash a beaming smile at him.
"Why do you smile at the guy, Abby? He doesn't deserve it." Cari asked.
"I smile because I know it pisses him off a lot more that I don't react negatively to him all the time. And THAT alone makes me feel 10 times better."
Cari laughed and shrugged it off, but she did understand why. It was Abby's way of getting through what could have been an uncomfortable situation, as well as get her sweet revenge without making it look spiteful. That was one side of Abby that Cari wished she could be.
It was a wonder how Abby could get through the day. It always seemed like Greg turned up everywhere that Abby was. It freaked Cari out, but it didn't seem to phase Abby one bit. Then one day, it all seemed a little too creepy.
Abby met up with Cari at the performing arts center on campus. Cari and Greg just happened to be in the orchestra together, and even though Abby knew it, she wanted to meet up with her friend anyway. 20 minutes before the rehearsal was scheduled to end, Abby showed up and decided to sit in. Greg caught a glimpse of her and kept staring at her for the rest of the time. Cari noticed this and felt uncomfortable. She didn't know whether or not Greg had it in her to actually stalk Abby or attack her in any way.
After the rehearsal, Greg kept eyeballing Abby and Cari felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Abby, he is really starting to scare me. You don't think he'll come after you, do you?"
Abby shrugged it off and said; "I'm the one he is accusing of having a fatal attraction for him. Wouldn't it be funny if it were the other way around?"
"I don't know how you can be so indifferent about this. You were there for me. You saw what happened to me."
Abby turned to face her frightened friend.
"That was different."
"Is it? Ben treated me the same way before he ... before he raped me. He called me names, he controlled everything I said or did and when he couldn't control me, he beat me, called me more names and tried making other people hate me. And his buddies only stood around and supported him, egging him on as he hit me. Other than the beating part, Greg is acting the same way towards you! What's worse is that what he is accusing you of is way more serious than being called a slut or a fat slob. He almost sent you to jail, Abby!"
The two girls started their walk through the campus. Following at a distance was Greg. The girls started to walk faster, but Greg kept up the same speed.
"I really think we need to call the police." Cari whispered frantically.
Abby whispered back, "We're in a heavily populated area. He won't do anything in front of all these people."
"Yeah, but what happens when we're not in a public area?!"
"Just stay calm and follow me."
Abby lead Cari to the parking lot and directed her to hide behind the doors of the adjacent building. Cari stood behind some open doors and watched as Abby hid in front of her, with the building keeping her hidden from Greg.
The area made Cari nervous. It was late in the evening and there weren't too many people at the parking lot. Cari began to hear footsteps coming closer and closer to them, and she started to tremble.
Abby directed Cari to run but Cari couldn't bring herself to leave her friend behind.
As Greg's footsteps got closer and closer, Cari could tell that Abby was starting to get scared. Her hands were balled up in fists but there was something hidden in the palm of her right hand.
Greg was practically standing next to Abby at that point, but the footsteps had stopped. Abby turned back to look at Cari and they both exchanged nervous and anxious looks.
Suddenly, they heard a struggle from around the corner, so Abby headed cautiously towards the commotion.
Abby screamed and Cari screamed as a reaction to Abby's scream. Around the corner came Greg, struggling to get out of a headlock. Abby struggled to make out the face of the man holding on to Greg.
With squinted eyes, Abby examined the man.
"Tim?!"
A brown headed, blue-eyed man looked up and flashed a smile at Abby.
"Hi hon! Looks like I got here in time."
Tim Garrett always had a knack for showing up at the most perfect times.
Tim turned his attention back at Greg.
"Interesting that I should find you slinking behind these two lovely ladies. You're admiring their beauty, right? That's got to be it, because if you had any intention of harming either of them, that would make you the biggest son of a b-"
"Who is this guy?!" Cari asked and started to go after Tim with a large branch from a tree.
Abby quickly explained to her that Tim was an old friend and was harmless, just as Greg tried to break free of Tim's grip.
"AJ, call the police!" Tim exclaimed.
"Tim, I don't think its necess-"
"Just call them!" Tim interrupted.
Later that night, the police released Greg because he had not physically harmed the girls, nor did he make any obvious threats. Abby did, however, file for a restraining order.
Abby asked Tim what he was doing in town, and discovered that her old friend was scheduled to perform a concert the next night at a nearby arena.
That would explain why many of the girls on campus were not surprised by Tim's presence, although they did wonder what the rock star's connection was to Abby.
After a long argument with his manager over his secret venture to the campus without bodyguards, Tim settled down for a chat with Cal, Abby,
Shaene, Cari, and Kat. He had kept in touch with Cal so he knew about Janie's death, as well as any of the most recent events. He deliberately scheduled a concert in the area as an excuse to visit Abby and Cal. Being an old friend, Tim also knew about Greg and the way he was.
"What were you hiding in your hand anyway, Abby?" Tim asked.
Smiling, Abby explained that she had picked up a handful of dirt to throw into Greg's eyes if he came towards her.
"I figured it would at least distract him long enough for Cari and I to get into a car and lock the doors."
Abby wondered what Greg would have done if Tim hadn't shown up when he did. What would this man be capable of in the future? Rather than being scared, Abby was overcome with anger. "Does this guy really think he can paralyze me with fear? Does he really think he has that much control over my life? Is this guy so egotistical that he thinks that he is a major point in my life? How dare he!"
Later that week, Greg suddenly vanished without a trace. He seemed to have left town, with no word to anyone, no clue as to whether he was far away or nearby. He left behind yet another failed life and identity, a job and a home. Now the big question remained: Should Abby be watching over her shoulder from then on? Only time would tell...
Mystic Moon
Chapter. 7
"Natural Light"
Written by ~Rain
Three days after that interesting night, I received a phone call. It was Mona, telling me that the results were positive. She was definitely going to have a baby.
" I am so happy for you! " I said. I heard the keys in the door and in walked Jane. " Should I tell Jane? She just walked in!" I turned to Jane and I told her the wonderful news. Jane took the phone out of my hands and said
"So is it a boy or a girl?" Mona told her she wasn't sure yet, but she'd be happy either way. We said our good byes and hung up the phone.
"So Jane, how was work?" I asked
"Fine, boring, but fine." We sat on the couch, Miss Morgana came and sat in between us and listen to us talk. " Did you ever have doubts." Jane asked.
"Doubts about what?" she confused me.
"Witchcraft, spell work, and everything like that." Jane hesitated, " because lately I don't know, I just feel like maybe I am not as good a witch as I thought I'd be,"
"Hold that thought, I have to get something." I got up and went to my room, grabbed my Book of Shadows and came back to the couch. I opened it up. "Let me see,
hummm. OK here is something. First year, May 15th... Today I feel lost, more than anything lonely. Nobody understands me, who would understand? I woke up today and I don't feel like a witch. Shouldn't I feel
Witchy?" I looked up at Jane. She seemed to look more relieved.
"You had doubts?" Jane asked me. I just smiled, turned the pages, and looked through my book.
"First year- June 26th... How come witches were hunted? I wonder what my mother is going to say when she finds out. Should I tell her? Is this all in my head?" I looked up at Jane and I saw her shake her head up and down. Then I continued reading, "When I was young I used to play house, now I am 17 am I playing witch?"
"Exactly, that's what I am trying to say!" Jane shouted. I felt a ring in my ears. I looked through the book again.
"First year - August 10th ... my birthday past, I did a ritual. It went well, I think I am memorizing my circle casting; I only had to look at the book twice. I remember back to my dedication ritual that I did last month. I laugh now because I was so silly. I got all dressed up in my favorite black dress, and I didn't have a wand so I used the longest eye liner pencil I could find. " I stopped reading and looked at Jane.
She had her hand covering her mouth and tears in her eyes. I told her " OK you can laugh." She burst out laughing and I joined in. Now she can understand all witches doubt, and sometimes we all mess up. She was trying to say something,
"Magick...eye ... liner ... wand! " She was red in the face, laughing at me. We both calmed down, and resumed our conversation.
"I know, I was a creative kid," replied
"OK, I am done laughing." Jane said "So, Mona is going to be a mother!"
"Yes, it seems weird, but fitting." Miss Morgana was playing with couch pillows. Jane and I just watched. "Cats are so entertaining!" we both laughed.
That night went by fast; we ate dinner, and watched TV. I was just going to call it a night, when Jane stopped me.
"Gwen, are you going to work at Mystic Moon?" She asked me sincerely
"I have been thinking about it. Actually I think it will be a lot less stressful than Administrative Assistant!" The thought lingered in my mind all night.
The next morning I woke up and ate breakfast alone. Miss Morgana was on my lap but she doesn't put up a good conversation. I was looking at the paper, and was very board.
"Same thing every day!" I said irritated. I got up and walked to the phone. I had Shara's number memorized so I didn't have to look in my address book. I dial it. A familiar voice answered the phone.
"Merry Meet, Shara speaking."
"Shara, this is Gwen." I replied.
"Dear, how are you?" She said in her kind voice.
"I am fine, thank you. Is the job offer still on the table?" I hesitated, but went on, "I think I might be willing to try it for a little while."
"Of course, when do you want to start?" She didn't even think about it for a second.
"Well, I am free two days from now." I didn't want to seem to anxious, or pushy. I could have started in 20 minutes, but two days seemed appropriate.
"OK two days, bright and early!" Shara seemed very happy.
We said our Blessed Be's and hung up. The more that I thought about it, the better it sounded. I couldn't wait to start!
The two days past by very quickly. The nights however were a completely different story. My dreams all started out the same, he is standing in front of me but my vision is blurred. He walks closer and closer; I feel this pain in my heart. He reaches out for my hand when I go to touch him. Then, I wake up.
I pulled up to the Mystic Moon storefront, and I began to think out loud, "I can't believe this, I loved this store since the day I first stepped into it. I would never imagine that I would be working there." My thoughts drifted and I opened the door, and walked in. I smiled and whispered, "Egyptian Flowers!" I saw Mona and Shara dusting and cleaning. They stopped at the same time and walked over to me.
"Blessed Be!" They spoke at the same time, and gave me a warm hug.
Mona took me behind to counter and showed me where everything was. She showed me how to work the register and how to void out information. With time I will get everything memorized easily.
Then Shara came over. She took my hand and walked me to the back room. I had never been in there. I just figure it was storage.
It was a hallway leading to, two doors at the end. One was a bathroom, small but decorated beautifully. Then she stopped in front of the other door and took out her keys.
"This dear is where most of the candles, paper, and other Witchy supplies are made." She said simply, and opened up the door. I saw a bunch of glass containers, about 50 bars of soap and plants every where. A high ceiling and a large working table. There were boxes piled in a corner I assume they are stock.
"I didn't know you make all of the soaps and candles!"
"Yes dear, Mona and I spend much time in this room mixing and brewing new soaps, candles, brews and potions." She smiled and walked to the small sink near the back. She filled up a watering pot and walked through the room watering each plant.
"Why is it so dark in here, where is the light switch?" I asked casually.
"Natural light dear." She said and strolled over to the wall she pulled on a tassel that was attached to a thick string. I thought the ceiling was moving but it was fabric, yards and yards of fabric moving and swaying. Brightness came through the ceiling, it was so bright I placed my arm over my eyes to shield it. Then as my eyes adjusted I saw vines running up to the very top.
The "natural light" Shara was talking about was in fact the sun shining through glass. It seems as if we were in a green house, yet only the ceiling was glass. I was simply amazed!
Michael and Beth Chronicles
Rainy Day Gossip
By Selene Silverwind
www.SeleneSilverwind.com
Rain battered the windows and the sound of car tires speeding over wet asphalt provided an interesting accompaniment to an afternoon spent inside unpacking. It was a daunting task. Gary had lived alone for years, and had amassed a large collection of stuff, most of which he didn't remember acquiring. On top of that, his uniting with Mark was only a few months away, and his firm was still struggling to save the beach. It was almost too much.
Mark and Anacati spoke in hushed tones over one of Gary's boxes. They had to be plotting something. Gary wondered what they were up to. Finally Anacati nodded, then stood up, whirling around to face Gary, his Native American kachina doll in one hand. "Can I have this?"
Gary grinned. Mark had obviously put her up to it. He'd always hated that doll. Still, it would be fun to make him squirm a little before giving in. "I don't know, my sister gave it to me."
Anacati glanced at Mark, unsure whether or not to proceed. At Mark's slight nod, she looked back at Gary. "You'll still have the memory. The reservation is having a gift drive for the kids. This would be great for one of the little girls."
Gary had to admit that she made a good case. "Okay, you can take it." The smile on Anacati's face was genuine, even if her motives for giving the doll to the reservation were really Mark's. He indicated the box they were working on. "Now, hurry up with that box guys, we're supposed to be at the caterers in two hours."
"Why am I going to the caterers with you guys?" Anacati asked.
"Because we're both men and unlike the stereotypes, neither of us cooks. We need a woman's opinion," Mark said.
"I'm not exactly a gourmet chef," Anacati protested.
"You cook. We don't," Mark said, indicating the stack of take out containers in the corner to emphasize the point. "You're coming."
"And you're coming to the florist's too," Gary threw in, for good measure.
Anacati threw up her hands. She might as well give in. They obviously didn't watch enough "Will & Grace" to know how proper gay men were supposed to live. She'd have to be "girly" long enough to help them plan their uniting.
Michael stopped his rapid-fire note taking and glanced up at Beth, who was at her easel struggling over a painting. God she looked gorgeous in those shorts and that tank top. Due to the rain, it was hovering near freezing outside, too cold for such a get up, but she always said she got hot when she painted. And watching her paint was making him hot.
Shaking his head of such thoughts, Michael looked back at his books. This paper was due in two weeks and he'd barely skimmed the surface of his research. How was he ever going to get to forty pages? And now he'd made the mistake at looking at Beth. He wasn't going to be able to concentrate until he got her out of his system.
Michael stood up and dashed across the room to Beth, twirling her into his arms for a deep kiss. Beth laughed with surprise as he dipped her, then his kiss stifled her giggle. When they finally righted themselves, she looked up at him. "What was that for?" she asked.
"Because you're messing up my concentration."
She playfully dabbed paint on his cheek. "That's not my fault. I told you to go study at home."
"But it's more fun with you to distract me," he said.
Beth giggled again, then dropped her paintbrush on the edge of her easel. "Then I should distract you the rest of the way." She drew closer to him and kissed him again, this time pressing her body tighter to his.
Michael slid his hand down Beth's torso until he reached her hand. He curled his fingers around hers and pulled away from her, turning to go into the bedroom, gently tugging her arm to bring her with him.
"What's wrong with the living room?" she asked.
"The rain always makes me want to hide under the covers," he said as he took her into the bedroom for some serious procrastinating.
In the middle of his shift, James raced through the pouring rain to his third-floor apartment. Angela should be home at this time of day. He knew she did the housework while the kids were at school. He burst through the door, catching Angela in the middle of vacuuming the living room.
"I found it," he shouted over the loud hum and drumming of rain on the roof.
Angela switched off the vacuum. "Honey, you're dripping water all over the floor."
Ignoring his wife's complaints, James waved a small piece of paper over his head. "I found it."
Curious, Angela crossed the room, greeted him with a brief peck, then slipped the paper out of his hands. She looked down at it, then back at him, now more confused than curious. "It's a phone number."
"Not just any phone number," James said, brimming over with excitement at his surprise. "THE phone number. For the realtor. Who is selling the perfect house for us."
Angela's eyes lit up and she jumped into James' arms. He crushed her against him. Her reaction had been exactly as he'd hoped. His gaze swept over the room behind them. Pretty soon all this stuff would be transferred to a home of their own. And to think that a week ago he hadn't even wanted to buy a house.
An hour later, Angela dropped her soaked umbrella on Kyra's covered stoop and knocked on the door. "He changed his mind!" Angela cried as the door opened, unable to contain her excitement and desperate to share the sudden change in attitudes with the woman who had helped her achieve it.
"A magazine is going to feature me!" Kyra yelled in her own excited answer. She waved a piece of paper as she swooped in to hug her best friend. When they separated, Angela recognized the letterhead of a major women's magazine on the paper.
"Banner day for both of us," she said.
Kyra nodded. "You first. What's this about changing his mind?" Kyra swung the door open the rest of the way and Angela stepped inside.
She started to tell the story of James's surprise visit as they walked to the couch. "It's all because of you! Thank you so much."
Kyra chuckled as they seated themselves. "No, it's because of you. All I did was give you the tools. You kept the desire alive."
"Well, I'll certainly be giving my thanks at church this Sunday."
"I'll bet you will," Kyra said, grinning.
"And what's this about the magazine?" Angela asked, turning the conversation over to
Kyra.
"I don't know how, but 'Charm' found my website while researching new age beauty products. They asked for samples, which I sent, of course, then I got this letter. I'm getting a full page photo of my products and a fantastic review!"
Angela jumped back off the couch, pulling her friend into another hug. "That's so great!"
Suddenly realizing exactly what it all meant, Kyra slipped out of her friend's arms and slumped back onto the sofa.
Angela looked down at her, confused. "What's wrong?"
"The orders. How am I going to handle the orders?"
After thinking a moment, Angela sat back down. "When does the issue come out?"
"Three months."
"That's plenty of time."
Kyra raised a skeptical eyebrow. "How's that?"
"We'll all help. We'll set up a factory in all the units. You know everyone will pitch in."
"How am I going to afford the supplies?"
"It'll happen. Trust your Gods. Isn't that what you told me?"
Kyra smiled at hearing her own advice returned to her. Angela was right. It would work out, and she would ask everyone to help. Even just an hour a week spent bottling her batches would be a tremendous help.
Angela glanced up at the clock. "I should go pick up the kids. They whine for hours if they have to walk home in the rain. Want me to get Marisa?"
"That'd be great, thanks."
"I think I'll keep them for a few hours, so you can check your inventories."
Kyra was greatly relieved to hear that. Marisa wasn't a difficult child, but she got bored when it rained and liked to be underfoot.
Upon returning home, the three children begged to be allowed to play outside, even though it was raining. When Angela refused, saying they'd catch their deaths from pneumonia, they devised a plan to build a faery fort inside. Jennifer ran into her room, returning with the faery house she had built at Pagan Pride. Andrew's had long since fallen victim to an attacking horde of
G.I. Joes.
Angela provided the cookies and juice, Marisa and Jennifer provided the materials and blueprints, and Andrew provided the manpower to hold the brooms and mops in place while Marisa lashed them to chairs and Jennifer pulled the sheet over the top. Soon they had a fort built in the center of the living room. It was basically a pup-tent on a slightly larger scale. The three children secreted themselves inside where Jennifer and Marisa commenced to paint their faces with glittery make-up. Andrew refused to be painted, but did allow them to place a crown on his head, deeming him king of the gnomes. Crowing loudly that he was going to defeat the faery queen, he raced into his room, returning a moment later with an army of action figures that he used to attack the fort, much to the screaming delight of the two girls.
Angela sat in the kitchen watching the three children at play. She could already imagine them playing in their backyard tree house, building forts in a larger living room, and inviting friends over for birthday parties. Having a house of their own would be wonderful.
Adam returned home shortly after school let out for the day and went into the workroom. He found Kyra sitting in the herb pantry making notations on a pre-printed form attached to the clipboard on her lap. He swooped down for a kiss, then straightened. "Order time?"
Kyra looked up at him, her grin excited and apprehensive. She slipped a letter out from under the inventory list and handed it to him. He skimmed it, then whopped for joy. Kyra was relieved that he wasn't nervous about the expense.
"Hon, don't worry. I get my year-end bonus in just a month. We'll make it work. I'll get Mark to set up the online credit card processing ASAP."
Kyra stood and hugged her husband. "Oh, thank you, sweetie. I'm so happy you said that."
"And, since my month off starts in a week, I can help."
She nodded. She had forgotten that his school cycle was coming up for a break. She'd never seen the advantage of year-round school until now: it brought her husband home just when she needed him.
He waved his briefcase. "On that note, I have final papers to grade. I'll be in the living room."
Kyra nodded and went back to her work. "It's Chinese food gossip night!'" she called after him as he walked away.
"Get me shrimp lo mein," he called back, his voice growing faint as he disappeared back into the living room.
Kyra shook her head. As if she would order him anything else. That man never was one for variety.
Beth and Michael had long since finished their morning intermission from work. Michael was in his own apartment studying, having found Beth still too distracting to allow him to be in her presence. Beth was in her apartment, lost in her art, as always. The scene she had decided to paint was Aphrodite celebrating her sensuality with one of her mortal consorts. It was a happy scene, a scene of love. A scene that bespoke all she currently felt.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Wondering who it could be in this weather, she glanced out her peephole. It was Michael, carrying a bag of Chinese food.
She swung open the door for him and he stepped inside with a peck on her cheek. "My turn," he said.
She nodded and took the bag from him, but he held it away. "We're eating at Kyra's with the rest of the building. It's 'gossip night.'" Beth's look asked the question, and Michael answered. "Once every couple months, Kyra has everyone over for dinner to update each other on happenings and stuff. She's called another one for tonight. We all bring Chinese."
"Sounds like fun to me. Let me just get cleaned up." As she went into the bathroom to wash her hands, it occurred to her how her life had changed since she'd moved the building only a few months earlier. She was part of a family now. A large, unconventional family, but one she wouldn't give up for the world. She was home. And a life with Michael and the friendship of her neighbors was her future.
Gaia's Song
By DreamDancer
Does our Lady hold us, embrace us, and care for us each day? Does She show her love for us and all her children in her song?
She greets us each morn, a faint light on the horizon, its brightness swiftly grows,
Warming the air, the stir of the grass, the rustling of the trees, her dawn wind gently blows.
Bird song rings in the new day, some raucous, some shy,
Then the flapping of their wings, as they take to the sky.
The babble of the stream, water rushing over the stones,
On porches, on tree limbs, wind chimes ring out their tones.
The splashes of the fish as they play in the brook,
Watched by the chattering squirrel, in his comfy tree nook.
The roar of the waves crashing onto the sand,
A peal of thunder rumbles over the land.
The rustle underfoot as the autumn leaves fall,
A lost frightened bear cub for its mother does call.
The thunder of hooves racing over the plain,
The gentle patter of a warm spring rain.
The crackle from the glacier as it feels the suns heat,
The newborn pup suckling the momma dogs' teat.
The foals joyous whinnying as he learns he can trot,
The purring of a kitten as you find just the right spot.
The lovers embrace with the happiest sighs,
A mother singing softly to her child, chasing tears from his eyes.
The timber wolf howls as the moon comes in sight,
At another days close, welcoming the night.
Mother Gaia embraces and comforts us; we feel we truly belong,
Opening our ears and our hearts, to our dear Lady's song.
DreamDancer
2-23-01
