Guardian of the Light

There is a spine along the land

Curved and rigid

Sharp edge against the painted sky

When the moon is plump and full, as the sun sets behind the spine

A fire is lit

A wavering golden light peeking from the darkness

A hymn, a reflection of the moon

Guardian of the night.

You must go my child

You must go to the flame

Be the one to stoke the embers

Sing praise to the moon

Revel in the dance of the two

Sun, moon

Let your eyes wander among the stars

Seeking out the ones that fling themselves through the sky

Weave your spells into their momentary bloom.

When the owl calls, call back

Speak to them, let them know you too are there

When the wolves howl high and close

Do not fear, allow yourself to join them

Allow yourself to be marveled by their music

Feel it sink into your bones, into your core

Let it chill you, warm you, send goosebumps all down your spine

Let them know you’re waiting for their return.

Once in a while, you will see a small fire making its way towards you, bobbing through the darkness

This too will be the ones who want to revere the darkness

And those who reside within it

These are your siblings, ancestors, kin

They will stoke the fire with you

Keep it warm and alive

They will call to the owls with you

Listen to the wolves or coyotes

Wander through the stars

And sing praise to the moon

You will share stories of your becoming

And embrace over a warm cup

Covering each other with blankets and furs as the sun peeks over the horizon, and the fire begins to die.

Time to rest

To make your way back down the spine of the mountain

To walk each other home

Greeted by the warmth of your beds.