Before the sun rises I’ve gathered my tools. Â The air is soft, cool, sweet. Â Delight.
Birdsong. Â Light. Â Delicate. Â Joyful.
Muddy. Â Better get my garden boots on!
I set everything up, bouncing from the yard to the porch and back again — making sure everything is just right.
Sparkle.
Dancing among the highest branches of the trees.
Dawn breathes color.
I wait patiently. Â Take a cleansing breath. Â Light the offering candle.
A deep breath — arms rising slowly — energy rumbling under my feet, entering my body, shooting up through the chakras. Â My hands grow warm. Â Palms pulsating. Â I take a deep breath and push, the energy flying from my hands like white hot bolts.
The circle casting has begun.
“There is one power,” booms my voice. Â “And it is perfect. Â Unified in the blend of my Lord and the Lady! Â I conjure thee O great circle of Art so that you will be for me a boundary between the world of men and the mighty ones. Â A meeting place of perfect love, trust, peace and joy…”
“I call thee forth,” echoes my voice as morning dew glitters at my feet — the quarters — intoned. Â Summoned. Â Stirred. Â Blessed.
I walk the perimeter of the garden carrying my staff, filled with the blend of nature around me.
I am at peace.
I am in joy.
The power continues to surge.
I call upon Spirit, asking for abundance, good health, and protection for my garden.
Crows scream.
Finches twitter.
A hawk swoops and circles.
The offering sprinkled.
The prayers made.
The Braucherei chants finished.
I thank deity, close quarters, and pour the circle energy into the garden soil.
I wish everyone in the world could experience such a divine moment — a time of perfection like this…
of love
of peace
of gentle power…
of pure happiness.
Maybe then we would be free.