it is all a prayer.

it is almost the full moon, and i am wanting to go out under her light and sing to her. tonight the sky is clear and she rides freely through the sky; it will be better to walk out into tonight's darkness and stand barefoot on the cool wet grass rather than wait for tomorrow. i have gone out so little this year, it will be better to act on the moment and say my prayers when they rise up within me, even if it is a day early.

she won't mind.

if there's one thing i've learned about my gods it's that they know me well, and love me still. i am not a steady worshipper, i walk with them daily but haven't stood in a circle since i last had a home of my own. yet, when i reach out to them, they are there, her steady strength and his smiling warmth, just as if i am not as wayward as i am.

and maybe they see me a little more clearly than anyone else, and what to me seems like an absence is nothing of the sort to them. who can say how the gods perceive our lives?

but tonight, the moon is almost full, and she calls to me.

there is no guilt in paganism, and no sin. my gods accept me for who and what i am, how can i do any less than they?

i know i do not have to dance in the moonlight to honor my gods. i know they are within me and without me, transcendent and immanent, regardless the phase of the moon or the turn of the wheel.

it's just more fun that way.