Quiet, it’s dark out

Quiet, it’s dark out

This is my magical time of day. In the distance warm lights of a multitude of colors manifest the dawn. To the south a storm is brewing, flashes of light and the grumbling of the sky Gods invigorate my senses.

In the coming light I can perceive a plethora of possibilities for this young day. Born of the everlasting cycle, in the silence and approaching balance of darkness and light opportunities abound.

This is the morning of my intent.  Time passes slowly in the silence and I can sense the presence of the Goddess.  Once again I am granted a new start, a fresh chance to contribute, grow and fully live my faith.

It is morning and I am in my Pagan way, born again, rejoicing in the grand circle of life.

I am grateful for this time, this opportunity, this place upon Gaia.

I am alone, awash with the Goddess; I have come to love mornings.