I’m in love!
Last weekend was my fifth Priestess of Avalon training weekend, where I was introduced to the goddess Rhiannon.
I walked into the goddess temple, all bedecked in red wall hangings and hawthorn blooms, sat down at the beautiful altar, and heard Rhiannon whisper in my ear, “You’re mine”.
I’m all, “What?! How can I be yours? I know hardly anything about you, I’ve never really even worked with you before! I’m Morgen’s! I’m the Lady of Avalon’s! I can’t be everyone’s!”
(Yup. Cool as a cucumber, that’s me.)
But I felt her sweet, ecstatic presence around me, that sense of my heart bursting out of my chest that I get in heightend goddess moments, and the vision and perfume of her filling my mind and my imaginative nose.
I saw her holding hands with Morgen le Fey – sisters. One is the velvet indigo of the starry sky, one the fresh sunlight of the morning. Like two sides of the same faery-like Goddess.
Well. That’s that then I guess. Rhiannon is here to stay.