Day 79:

More granny squares and a walk up High Point. Great Horned Owl is calling in the woods as I type.

I’ve been saying the rosary most mornings since the summer of ‘22. I created my own versions of the prayers, but I like the structure which, according to Perdita Finn and Clark Strand, likely goes back to prayer and devotional traditions of goddess worship in Europe before the Christians arrived.

Here is my Prayer to Love. While definitely not a fan of old King James I/IV, I am a fan of the Elizabethan turn of phrase:
Oh Love which imbues this garden of a cosmos,
Holy is thy Holy name.
May thy cloak of kinship fall upon us,
May thy reign of compassion rain down on us,
May thy bright bird of heaven sing in our souls,
May thy will be done among us here on the earth as it is in the heavens and within the
sacred wheels of life and beauty.

Give us this day our daily bread and roses, insight and intuition,
imagination, integration, adventure, and peregrination,
magic, marvel, miracle, memory, medicine, and mystery.

Draw us ever in the sacred spiral of the dance,
into the radiant circle of thy loving arms,
and protect us from those who would seek or wish or will or do us harm.

Keep us from walking in paths of destruction,
and set our feet upon the road to transformation,
and deliver us ever from evil,
for thine is the wisdom, the vision, and the virtue,
the promise, the protection, the presence, and the peace,
the hope of healing and justice and restoration,
the glory and the story and the song,
both now and forever.

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