Before all else, I attempt to find my place of balance. Every day it is my rising thought and my offering to the Goddess as I retire.

I light a green candle for the earth mother, a white candle for my inner Goddess and my grandmother voice. I light a red candle for the balance of the God and the passion of all living things. I embrace that I am the matrix of generations. The voices of the ancestors call my name and their rememberance is in my blood and bones. I am that which is born again from all that has come before. I am my own ancestors.

From this balancing point, the day grows with strength and power and I remember who I am. The coffee tastes better, the laughter is deeper, the day is more productive. I am my Mother's daughter. That's hard for me to say. The two of us are dark to each other's light. That too, is balance

The Goddess Path is perfect for my feet and my mind...a path of peace and balance and connection...a way of love and reflection.

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Today it has rained hard without the violence of storms. My plants are watered well, my fish's home, replenished. The Garden Goddess stands in her patch of lavender. My rose bush has it's first opening buds - I walked in the wet grass and felt the mud with my bare feet. Geoffrey laughed at me and did it too.

He carried his hot chocolat and I carried my pomegranate raspberry green tea. The trees dripped on us and we laughed and hugged each other. He comes up to my nose now. I enjoyed taking in his growth and feeling his sweetness.

We played with the kitties for a long time - making them yarn webs to run through and swat at. We twirled feathers for them and batted catnip mice. They loved it. Steve expressed his sadness at coming home and no longer having Sky there to greet him. I called him to come outside and reminded him that even though Sky is gone, Jet and Shadow still need him and depend on him. Shadow came out from under the fence and watched us walking in the grass. He's about the age of our babies, outside, no home - we never know where they come from only that they were once someone's pets and are now misplaced. Shadow lets Steve pet him while he eats - Jet runs past and smacks Shadow for allowing it. You can see the mechanics between father and son. We have no idea where or who the mother was - unless it was the tabby who died last spring, but that's so unlikely...

It's quiet now. Cats are napping, Steve is napping, the dishwasher has a low hum...Geoffie has gone upstairs. I have dinner planned and will start it in just a bit. I have a bit of apprehension about tomorrow as I head in to sit who knows where... I reminded myself to breathe deep. it is what it is. Today is balanced. For that I am truely thankful.

may we all walk in peace.

The Serenity Prayer in Cherokee: Unelanahi sgvsi nvwadohiyadi osda ayilidi nigadi gvginetliyvsdi nigessvna gesvi, ale utlanigida aquudanadadisdi aginetliyvsdi na gvginetliyvsdi gesvi, ale agadohvnesdi aquunvda yulisdosi dudalehnavi. ~ Emenv

ai sv nv wa do hi ya do  (Walk in Peace)