Ahhh, the healing conundrum of night.  Darkness, unknowns, strange noises, shadow creeping fears.  Days feeling useless, despair and break downs.  Saying goodbye to a dear companion.  Transportation challenges.  Loss of computer access.  Mars retrograde and soon–Mercury retrograde. 

I’ve been been in intense spiritual training and my faith muscles ache.  But they are stronger than ever before. 

I don’t have to worry about my value, as there is never a second on this earth that I am not filled with unique integrity.  My eyes and mind are limited, however, and I most often do not see how the archway above me connects the “emptiness/despair/loss” column with the “forever/easy/fulfilled” column of one of the millions of mansions inside the House of my Divine Friend.

In the middle of this archway sits the Priestess.  My mentor, my rock, my Lover for all days.  She hums so softly that I need to lean closely to Her to listen.

This Solstice I celebrate what feels like her absence.  When She teases me with “hide and go seek”.  To draw me into silence, bend so close to Her that Her breath tingles the hairs on my neck.  May I–and you–always feel her gentle Presence.