The Lady's light is ripe and full and orange so heavy the sky can scarce bear her up as I tread slowly tap tap my staff clicks my feet in their hurry crush sweet maple and acrid fir underfoot and the early evening mist grasps at bare tree limbs like heart broken suiters
It's an early celabration Samhain Eve No Matter tis me alone and of course The Lady Slowly I find my stone grove and rest a bit ... price of a Crone No musicians tonight Ah the tape will do well enough No Sisters tonight too far to come obligations trick or treat ... No Matter Circle swept and Caste,Quarters called next all in turn music soft but building insence sweet shrouds me Fire my element crackles and spits with blessed heat
Time to steppe the Circle This Dance I know so well This Dance I have taught and danced and dreamt it always
Eyes Closed Cleansing Breathe Bells on wrist and ankles chime
Now swaying stepping Luna's great course across the sky once this way next reverse slowly gently all recedes there is nothing now but me and She She Morghanna Isis Gaia Mother Maiden Crone My Lady
The flute is faint and hard to hear now but the drum is strong heartbeat strong slow and deep suddenly there are voices far yet whysper close so soft full of laughter and secrets ..ghostly hands Sisters past, lost to me and spirits new entwine with mine and voices long forgotten soar So Sweet and my feet so clumsy and slow seem to fly and I hear the flute in the chime of Her laughter
She Has Come Welcome My Lady
I hear nothing now but the drum and the rush of the wind through my hair The Drum The Sisters The Fire and My Lady
Suddenly my step slows no longer is it sure aware of the stones beaneath and my hand blest but a moment ago now feels the loss of my Sisters grasp but we are never far from one another no matter the side of the veil
I tire and stop the night has waned the tape has stopped..when I cant recall
Never Mind
Close the quarters with thanks Sever the Circle Douse the smudge and