The moon looks down upon the lake tonight and all is swathed in a frosty white fog. It is a midwinter celebration of light made to celebrate the feminine, the earthy, pure feminine of all being.
Gazing down upon the icy looking glass, I see the rich dewy moisture that comes from the earth. It is the bearer of all life, the building block of every living being, it is here and as it rises, it calls to something deep within me.
It is the yin in all her glory, both above and below, reaching out to unite herself in every living creature. Mother of all creation. Daughter of all creation. The crone and the innocent, dancing together, sweet specters writhing in a single dance of life, full of mystery, overflowing with fecundity.
It is the feminine so filled with power that to care for, to nurture, to love, is all. There is no power greater than this, no power that would dare challenge it tonight. Standing alone, all on its own, it glows with a luminance so awesome that I am dumbstruck.
There is power here beside the lake. There is power in the moonlight. There is power in the deep silence that surrounds me.
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