A breeze gently plays in the fir branches; they sway softly against the inky black sky. The land sleeps in dark quiet while the trees give up their long, slow exhale into the night.
“Thanks and farewell, Spirit of Twilight. Hail and welcome, Spirits of Darkness, Mother of Night. Thank you for your gift of rest and renewal. May you hold us closely in your embrace. I pray that you teach us through our dreams how to find healing in our relationships with ourselves, and with you, that we may together activate and perpetuate healing within the world. May our ancestors guide us, and may we do them proud. Moran taing, agus sla\inte mhath.”