This was one of the very first articles I ever posted on my blog. As I was rereading it, it seemed to have a message for today. So, here it is again...
Her breath is still. The night is still. The forces of life wait expectantly, and suddenly the light returns to flood the room-the priestess of the Moon cries out to the primordial mother, to whom she was bequeathed before the dawn of time.The mother answers with the heartbeat of a thousand million lives and acknowledges her daughter, sister, self. They fuse and are one...was it ever any other way.
The cycle is complete, and the priestess of the Moon is assured. The magick of her fingers will soothe where they lay, and the magick of her voice will heal where it is heard, the magick of her eyes will light the Earth, and all things will grow where'ere she looks upon them.The Way of the Goddess will continue, though to most her name is unknown. As long as even one remembers, will the knowledge proceed and the Earth be sustained.
Though the foolish fear what they don't understand, the magick goes on and the secret survives, for the priestess of the Moon is Witch, and what she represents is at one with what's living, and all that she is will continue...for without her the Earth would weep and the night would never understand and so would cease to be. She is the spiral of life...the oceans, the rivers, the falling of the dew, the changing of the seasons. She is the corn at harvest and the birth of birds. She is the wind on the mountain and the spider's web at dawn.
All things of beauty are the name that she summons, for she is the mirror of the Goddess that is life, and the mother of all living things.If she could not continue, or was the last of all, then all hope would cease to be.