The last few mornings have held such a silence. Maybe it is the cool, crisp air opening the gateway to autumn. Maybe it is the fading song of the crickets beneath the awakening sun that paints the coming of the morning in its golden light. Maybe it is the peace within myself that has been holding me as I awaken to another beginning. It is after all a new day, a new month, and the preparing to begin a new season. This morning I lit my candles and incense before whispering my morning devotionals aligning myself to a new day, just like any other day. However, today is different.
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Walking the Path to Yule ~ Day 16
Within the frustration there is a struggle that ensues. What I have been working on so diligently to release and surrender is clinging onto me.
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