Witches' Sabbat at Raven's Knoll. Horned Lord stang viewed from the Protection tree stang

Adventures in Ontario

From Little River Writings

 

“Then, we were told to run, without looking back, into the Cauldron spring. It was so dark I could not even see the water’s edge – I could barely see anything around me, not even my companions! And yet, I felt exhilarated, hyper-aware of my surroundings, the cacophony of the frog and toad voices around us reaching a fever pitch as I readied myself – and then I dashed into the water without a second thought. I dunked myself completely under, letting the cool, extremely refreshing water consume me. I willed all of it away – my worries, doubts, and fears – and I felt peaceful as I held myself under. Finally, I came up for air, and waded back to the solid ground. I left the water laughing uncontrollably, lighter and goofier and happier in mind and spirit. I looked around and saw the grinning faces of my friends, both old and new, lit by a now-roaring bonfire, and I felt healed.”