The wind is singing your name Across time Rustling the leaves of the trees In perfect harmony I sit in stillness, listening  Reveling in the midday sun My heart, humming along

Our Mother, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Blessed be this ancient rage So may the Goddess rise within all

At this threshold we have a decision to make. We’re ready, we’re recharged, we’re prepared and we’re armored up, but we haven’t moved just yet. Will we move forward with faith in ourselves, attempting what’s possible?