Getting the children ready for bed. Aurora's exhausted, laying down already. The lights are out, the blinds are open. Atticus and I sit on the floor, the light of the Full Moon streaming through the window casts strange, silvery shadows upon our skin. We hold hands and recite the prayers the children say every night. We stop then and turn and face the Moon.
By this time, both boys are fairly well versed in Words of Power: they know how to chase away unwanted Spirits, cast a Circle, call the Gods, and many more things ranging from healing, to celebration, to helping the flowers grow.
His hand still firm in mind, I begin to say the chant. The words are new, but Atticus chimes in when he recognizes what word will come next. I reach the end and begin again. He says more words this time, remembering. We continue on this way, till he says the entire chant with me. By this time, my third eye is tingling like mad; our faces are receiving the most Moonlight.
I ask Atticus if he can feel the energy of the Moon. But, it's late and he's tired; his focus is failing and he needs to rest (he had a field trip to the Fire Station today: the boy's much more tired then he lets on!)
We face each other then and complete the bedtime routine: he casts his Circle and then I give him "Sweet Dreams."
Aurora, strangely still awake, holds out her hand to me and says, "Circle." She wants to say prayers, too. I dig her other hand out from under the blankets and say the prayers for her. By the time I finish, she is asleep. I set her hands down, give her "Sweet Dreams," and then leave the room. Now it's time to convince my strong-willed Scorpio that he needs to go to bed, too.
Throwing the Bones
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