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It's a perfect February evening, with just a hint of spring in the air. On a night like this, all things feel possible. No, all things ARE possible.
I feel the cool air coming in the window
I hear noises in the distance as we slow down in preparation for the night.
I see the candles flickering on my altar
I touch the floor with my feet, and know that I am grounded and on my path.
I smell the lingering scent of incense from my meditation time.
I sense that all is well.
What touches your senses right now? It has been a long time since I asked this question.
Goddess, may I be an instrument of peace, so that all beings may live in harmony.
I feel the cool air coming in the window
I hear noises in the distance as we slow down in preparation for the night.
I see the candles flickering on my altar
I touch the floor with my feet, and know that I am grounded and on my path.
I smell the lingering scent of incense from my meditation time.
I sense that all is well.
What touches your senses right now? It has been a long time since I asked this question.
Goddess, may I be an instrument of peace, so that all beings may live in harmony.
