Luna awakes and I watch Her slow rising carefully bathed and anointed and robed the house is still Incense hangs thick in the still air for sanctity and peace
My staff extends protection invitation proclamation
Care full movement so slow that no breath flickers the candles
quietly the sounds of drums and flute a heartbeat a blood beat
Whispered calls Invitation Entreaty Prayer
Languid heat no blazing fire no joyful companions
This small Circle is mine alone
Mine and Hers
My first steps are done I await Her presence Her pleasure
My heart meets the drumbeat and in that moment the Circle is no longer empty
She has come
I am enfolded enriched reminded renewed
This has been my way for decades now though I am welcome in other Circles