Carnival
by The Herban Goddess
In the growing darkness under a clouded Moon, Hecate waits, Her hounds and raven at Her side listening to the wind and keeping Her secrets. The howling of the wolves tells Her that the wild ones are gathering. Shadows of the great cats moving down the ragged summits with grace and stealth on silent paws proclaim the time is near.
High above the owl, hawk and eagle drift courageously before the veiled Moon. Down below the rabbits and other tiny night creatures nestle in the fallen leaves beside the Lady's Slipper dressed in pale pink and vanilla ice cream white. These little ones have no fear of the great predators all around them for Hecate is near, and it is the time of Carnival. The Moon sails glittering through the clouds for the occasion.
The Great Crone steps out of the night and into the meadow with the four winds holding the train of Her ebony and silver gown. In the moonlight growing ever brighter, She begins to sing beautifully with rushing water providing the melody, "My dear ones I call you together every season for this special night of play. You are my most beloved for your honesty, your integrity, and your devotion to Me."
At the edge of the circle traced with stardust in the tall grass the unwanted ones come – the abused, the neglected and the forgotten. "Come my beloved ones, step into the light with Me. I am here to heal your wounds, sooth your souls and mend you hearts. Dance now with your wild cousins and I, for it is Carnival and a day of reckoning is at hand."
volume 10(6)
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