The bright light of the moon shone upon the water
and the aroma of flowers scented the air.
The old woman felt renewed energy as the magic of nature
touched her soul without a care.
She cast a circle upon the ground paying careful attention to the
directions and elements the old way.
She felt the ancient ones giving her directions, as she listened more
deeply that day.
" To the North I give these flowers.
Blend with me all your powers.
She set the flowers at the North of the circle and raised her hands in the air.
" To the South a rock I throw,
The power of truth, inside you let me know."
she touched her 3rd eye with one finger.
" To the East I cast a spell.
She raised her wand and circled in the air.
" Ancient secrets, you do tell."
She closed her eyes and heard a whisper.
" To the West where spirits dwell."
She lifed her face to the sky.
" Powers cast, secrets to tell. I give this water to blend with the Earth."
She poured rain water on the ground.
" I blow air on this fire to give it rebirth."
She blew on a small fire til the flames arose.
" I ask for the power of the elements four
With harm to none, I open to more.
With the power of three, light of seven, blend with me.
I walk the path of light inside.
Spirit keeper be my guide.
Protect me from all evil, hear my plea.
Give to me the power of three.
Upon the ground she sat so still.
Listening to the elements do their will.
She uncast the circle and on the ground knelt
As in her hearts, the ancient ones she felt.

I liked that.