There’s the quiet laughter of the rain; the gentle muttering of muted thunder; the sleek curls of sweet incense; the bright candle flames – all gathering around the shining faces of the gods in Their shrines.
And then I remember: this is why. This is why I pledged myself to the service of the gods even when I live in a nutty, crazy world. This is why I get up in the morning to shuffle through a very bleak day. For the flashes of transcendence and the little gifts from the heavens. It is so worth it.
carrying their light 