Nearly Midnight, Fire friend Moon, Day 4

The balmy day has stretched into a balmy night.  White clouds sit serenely in the sky, silently watching over statuesque trees.  The land seems to sigh under the air’s warm touch.

“Hail, Spirits of the Night, Mother of Darkness. Thank you for your season of rest.  May you smile upon us this night.  I pray that you bless us with dreams teaching us how to be at peace with ourselves, that we might build peace in our waking life together.  May we find healing and regeneration as we lie in your arms, and be guided by the stars in your embrace.  Slàinte mhath.”


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