Morning, 15 Nov

Stepped out to greet the sunrise earlier this morning, and was greeted by the season’s first frost.  The air smells icy, and the sky is clear, lit by the glow of dawn, and then the brilliance of sunrise.  A faint chorus of birds begins somewhere to the west.  The land is still, awakening beneath the first rays of light.

“Hail Spirits of the Day, Mother of the Light.  May you smile upon us and bless us with peace.  May our soul-songs be blessed by clear air and bright light.  Welcome, Spirit of Frost, an Cailleach.  As you freeze the ground, may you bless its winter rest.”


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