You never look at me with disapproval.
You are always here.
The warmth of your candle (kindled by me) warms my heart (kindled by you).
I stand straight again, my spine the tree.
Cernunnos flickers with urgent passion.
The Matres cry out, a sudden whoop.
Taranis turns toward me.
The well resonates within me.
The smell of fire fills my senses.
Epona hushes my apology
Sequina smiles sweetly.
Eris hovers in the shadows.
Brigando is stoic.
Esus welcomes me back.
I stand before my altar, unused, unlit for so long.
You welcome me as if I never left.
It amazes me what faith can do.
My altar, now lit, reminds me of why I'm here, who I love, how I am loved in return. There is so much, such great wonder and beauty.
It is almost overwhelming.
Yet it is not.
It is right.
I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor. I can't even see most of my altar from here, but that doesn't matter. I can see the illumination from the candles, the top of the statues, and the world tree rising from the altar.
I am connected. I am solid.
I have faith.
Bound by family.
All is right, nothing matters.
I place my finger in the well. I feel its depths.
I place my hand above the flame. I feel its rising height.
I place my hand upon the tree. It all meets within.
"So are you now the world tree, the axis of all the worlds."