On the Solstice I stood before my Goddess.
On maps she is known as Home Rock.
In my heart I know her as my Mother.
For nearly 45 years she has sheltered me.
Protected me as one her recognizes
Her Titan power.
Standing guard in the south
Of this ancient meadow.
How old is she?
Thousands of years at least.
I'm not sure.
I know in my bones
That ancient peoples have worshiped before me.
For generations.
To the East is her consort.
My Father
Known as Fish Creek Rock.
He stands at the crossroads
Of Fish Creek and Night Creek.
Together they are massive Beings
Of protection of our home.
Protectors of this beautiful valley
That has raised me and my family.
For just this one generation.
Before us was the Hawkes family.
The homesteaders that built our ranch house
And outbuildings.
The Hawkes that still haunt our house
And sometimes startle me awake at night.
Especially Roy Hawkes.
I don't really like him.
On this Solstice of Midsummer.
I thanked my Mother and Father
For the single breath
That would be a 1,000 years
To them of ancient rock.
For blessing me with such grandeur.
I stand puny and humbled by their magnificence.
By my luck to have access to this place
To grow up a wild child
To still run wild and free as an adult.
To roam upon acres and acres of pristine wilderness.
With not a single other human for miles.
I can barely express.
I am trying to share.
I soak it up into my soul.
To bless my heart
So that when I split my soul open for others
It will spill out
As pure wild magick.
I wish I could bring each of you here.
Just to see the stars at night.
To see the flowers that sing for days
The deer that startle and snort at me.
The rabbits that stare back at me with huge eyes.
When I am away for even a day
My heart aches
Aches more than I have ever felt for a person.
Fills my soul with pure love.
This place defines me.
This land is my soul.
