I have gazed into the well and drank the healing waters…like a mirror of self-reflection , I remember Gaia Mater.
I’ve made love to sacred trees, open heart and blessed tears; singing songs and humming praises, named the shadow of my fears.
Walked barefoot on the leylines, stroked the rose of the Magdalane; the portal drew me closer and released my pain and shame.
Lay naked in the sunshine whilst the Dragon caught my ear, whispering Faeiry secrets of the magic of the seer.
From the length of my heart’s longing, raised my sword and cut the cord; gained perspective with a headstand which I placed upon the Tor.
By the parting of the mists, the Goddess led me home; Blessed Be Priestess of Avalon, May you never feel alone.