Let us root ourselves deeply into the earth.
The bare bones digging deep into the crystal beneath our feet.
But let us also reach out to the stars where satellites watch us with tiny eye next to our Gods.
Let us show them what we are made of.
This is old magic, this is new.
Dear Sisters, we gather here because we sense the call.
We feel the pulse in the air,
The rhythm of the drum,
We smell it on the ocean.
We hear incantations whispered into the candle flames crackling in apartment windows.