Peter accepts an invitation to come to my home for good conversation, good wine, and excellent Spanokapita..Yum! We start talking, and after a while Peter figures out that I am a witch, because I've been discussing how I have reverence for the Earth and honor the Mother's sacred rhythms. He is very interested in my spirituality, I can tell...his eyes are gleaming at me! I know he is a very spiritual man himself, so I ask if he would like to see some REAL magic, not conjurer's tricks, but the magic of Nature. "I'd be delighted!", he replies, lovely English gentleman that he is! He smiles,no, grins at me, that radiant, magnificent smile of his...and my heart melts. I would kill a dragon for this man! I gather up my sacred tools, my sage and my recorder, and we go off into the ancient pine woods behind my home. Peter looks at me and smiles tenderly, and takes my hand. We are both caught up in the fragrance of balsam fir and warm, rich earth. Soon, we reach the Owl Rock, my sacred circle, where my spirit guides come to teach me about the mysteries of life. "Peter, my love, sit down, rest and be easy in your mind. Lean against my brother Oak tree and close your eyes. Magic is all around you, you only need to stretch out your hand and believe.", I say. He smiles at me with trust and warmth,and touches my lips softly. Gently I reach out and close his eyes with my fingertips, and kiss him like a butterfly would... I smudge myself and Peter with the purifying sage, brushing it all over our bodies. It is a familiar scent to him, he used it when he did his spirit walks on Solsbury Hill, and I can see him relax even deeper, his beautiful dancer's body slowly easing back against the tree. I pick up my recorder and start to play. It is an old song, the Mandan Indians called it the song to the Four Directions. It is slow and sweet and exquisite, and I cry as I play it for my brothers and sisters. Soon, the trees around Peter and I fill with birds of every shape and size. A little chickadee lands on Peter's shoulder, and his eyes open with surprise and delight! The tiny bird looks at Peter with trust, and with curiousity, and then calls a clear song to his fellow chickadees. Another lands on Peter, and then another! Soon, we both are surrounded by many birds; they approach us with no fear, and take seeds from our hands. Peter looks at me in wonder and asks, "How do you make the birds come?". And I reply, "They come because they know I love them, and honor them as in days of old, when our ancestors were closer to the Mother Earth. And they come because you are beautiful, and they would honor you. They love you because your spirit is true and full of goodness and love." I reach for Peter and hold him close as the birds dance in the air around us. We walk hand in hand back to my home, breathing in each other's scent, laughing intimately, as lover's do. Peter and I are gentle and tender with each other, and I initiate him slowly and sweetly and passionately in my woman's magick. We fall asleep in each other's arms, and dream the same dreams...the dreams of lovers who are One.

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