The children and I were all laying on the bed. The boys, of course, rattled my ear off about half a million different things, each of them speaking at the same time. I decided to seize the moment.
"Shh... Listen. Do you hear that?" They both stopped talking and looked at me, even the baby gave me her undivided attention. "Listen to the wind." I paused.
"What, mommy?" My eldest responded.
I began to explain to them that sometimes when you're quiet you can hear the wind talking.
We all laid there, so quietly, listening to the wind howl and whip the tree branches about. I then told them about Grandfather Wind. There eyes lit up. I explained how powerful He was, the mighty things that He could do. The boys stumbled with the odd Polish name, but whispered it to themselves.
I continued by telling them, how just like with any God, Goddess, or Spirit, if they introduce themselves and become friends with that God, Goddess, or Spirit, They may offer Their help in magick.
At this my eldest leapt to the window and pressed his nose against the screen. In a voice so quiet I could barely hear, he said, "Stribog! My name is Atticus and I want to be your friend!"
With that, a bond was forged, and another link was added in a chain of friendship that went back generations.
Throwing the Bones
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