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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