Bathing a hagstone in a chalice of milk and honey with some yarrow, uttering charms and blessings of protection by candlelight.
A paralyzing lack of faith which I’m counteracting by doing, with total selflessness.
The Exalted One, She Of The White Palms, always had eyes for those who suffer, and always answered my prayers when they are not for me.
Let my body be a Vessel.
Let my mind dissolve in Fire.