Topazz
March 9th, 2002, 03:22 PM
Topazz, who may well be better known to the God and Goddess as Lunacie, lights the large white candle with gold and silver threads spiraling around it. She nods in greeting to the corn dolly which wears an apron and holds a broom; this represents the Goddess, for Topazz has been a housewife most of her life. She nods as well to the forked stick tucked into the crook of the corn dolly's arm; for this represents the Nature God to her.
She takes a soft cloth and carefully takes up the small red candle in the shape of a mouse and wipes the dust carefully from it's tiny body, straightening the wick. As fiery as her on-line life has been over the past months she is grateful that she never actually lit the candle, for if all those misunderstandings and personality conflicts were to blaze up she would have been burned badly.
Next she wipes the dust from the sea-shell and holds it to her ear, listening to the echoes of the emotions she has experienced over the past few months. She is so grateful that she has found several wonderful friends on-line who are willing to share their wisdom and insight in sorting out the life-lessons that brought these emotions.
Laying the sea-shell back in it's place, one by one she picks up the small egg-shaped stones that rest in a stone nest, wiping and polishing each one and thanking it for the strength to survive the unstability that has dominated her life over the past year.
And then she take up the bamboo drone-flute, wipes the dust from it, and moistens it by blowing gently into it a few times. Then she begins playing a song with no tune and no words, a song that comes from the inner recesses of her mind, releasing all the thoughts that she has been supressing or been afraid to think about.
As the last notes fade away, she lays the flute back atop the alter, and thanking the Lord and Lady and and the four quarters for being a part of her life over the last decade, she snuffs the candle.
She takes a soft cloth and carefully takes up the small red candle in the shape of a mouse and wipes the dust carefully from it's tiny body, straightening the wick. As fiery as her on-line life has been over the past months she is grateful that she never actually lit the candle, for if all those misunderstandings and personality conflicts were to blaze up she would have been burned badly.
Next she wipes the dust from the sea-shell and holds it to her ear, listening to the echoes of the emotions she has experienced over the past few months. She is so grateful that she has found several wonderful friends on-line who are willing to share their wisdom and insight in sorting out the life-lessons that brought these emotions.
Laying the sea-shell back in it's place, one by one she picks up the small egg-shaped stones that rest in a stone nest, wiping and polishing each one and thanking it for the strength to survive the unstability that has dominated her life over the past year.
And then she take up the bamboo drone-flute, wipes the dust from it, and moistens it by blowing gently into it a few times. Then she begins playing a song with no tune and no words, a song that comes from the inner recesses of her mind, releasing all the thoughts that she has been supressing or been afraid to think about.
As the last notes fade away, she lays the flute back atop the alter, and thanking the Lord and Lady and and the four quarters for being a part of her life over the last decade, she snuffs the candle.