The Call of the Goddess

Willow lights a candle she rubbed with lavender oil. She sits at her altar in her dining room staring at its flame. Her finger on her right hand rubs the silver ankh pendant around her neck on a homemade chain she fashioned out of yarn. She places her hands together in prayer position at her heart center.

"I call on the energy of the Goddess' moon tonight. It is new. Like it, I am made new. I am free. I am safe. I am love. I am life. I am light. I am thankful for all things. I call to the inner child in me. I call to the Higher Self in me. I call to the light in me. We are one. And I am thankful. And so it is."

Tears run a race against each other down her cheeks. She smiles still gazing at the flame. She glances at the pictures of Archangel Michael and White Buffalo Woman and bows her head towards them in adoration.

She looks up to the evil eye protection chain hanging on her wall above the altar. Her friend, Josephine bestowed this gift upon her. It is definitely a gift. Anything Willow can bring into her life (including people) that can make her feel safe is a welcomed gift anytime.

She pondered the ankh for a few minutes. The ankh stands for life, creation, and balance. She is life. She is creative. And Willow is in search of balance on every level in every way, like everyone else in the world. Its energy is also protective to her.

She breathes a deep, slow breath. She wonders for a few moments if she was an Egyptian goddess - or maybe just lived during those times in history. Was she there when the Pyramids were manifested? Was she there to help write sacred messages on the walls of Hieroglyphics?

She knew of Isis and Bast. She admired Hathor. She considered Ma'at. She breathed a sense of wonder of Sekhmet. She wanted to get to know them better. And even goddesses outside of the realm of Egypt. But there was time for that later...Willow is on a mission.

Her purpose in life...to go where God tells her to go and do what God guides her to do (not always easy). This secret life, so to speak, is a gift. It can be lonely some times. But there is a chosen one to walk the path with her. Willow gazes into the flame and sees her face. She places her hands over her heart - right hand then left over it. "Blessings to you, my love, you are always safe."

Willow goes to her recliner and sits rocking back and forth silence or humming softly until the candle burns all the way out.