The Goddess is all around me. I hear her on the as the wind-chimes call out their song. I hear her in songs of the birds and the rhythmic call of crickets at night. I hear her as trees sway and branches clash against one another.                 I see her as I look at the trees. Changing throughout the seasons to show rebirth as the aura of the trees appears with branches tipped with green and red buds. The full green maturity of summer – the mother aspect, followed by the spectacular show of colors that tells us aging is truly beautiful. Then, as the leaves fall, we know that while some things can never last, life itself is eternal, and after a much-deserved rest, life begins anew.                I see her in the ceremonial bonfire, demanding more wood to consume as she dances in the flickering flames reaching for the sky. She needs her sacrifices in order to reign.                 I see her in spring flowers bursting forth from the ground to provide colorful artwork to the world and lifesaving nectars for those in need.                I see her in the eye of the hummingbird who buzzes in my face to show appreciation for the feeders I keep well stocked for them.                I see her when the rabbits come out at twilight racing across the yard, ducking behind trees and rustling in tall grasses as they play a version of tag.                I see her in the opossums, raccoons, skunk and fox – all who come by to see what offerings I have left out for them.                I see her in the water of the pond as the ducks splash and preen, and I know that when needed she will refresh the pond with rain from the sky.                 Her creatures are as sacred as she is. They are her gifts, but also her children as we all are. Her creations – to honor and care for them, is to honor and care for her.                 I feel her as I walk the path of The Spiral Labyrinth. Turning inward walking to the center – a place of in between. A place of reflection and connection. A place of peace and rest. A place of guidance of love.                 I feel her in the plant she has given us. A plant that heals and comforts. A plant that delivers a direct line of contact to her when activated correctly.                A plant that has cleared my mind, fought off the pain of cancer, prevented me from a fallback to opioid dependency when an infection attempted to take my life.                The gift of cannabis has brought me closer to my deities and brought me to ones I had not worked with before.                It has opened my mind to see things from a very different point of view, from the point of view of my teacher – my Lady.                It was Bloudewedd who taught me how to step outside of my body and see with a truly objective eye.                It was Cerridwen who taught me knowledge is key to any situation – whether for love or war.                It was The Morrigan who taught me not every battle ends in bloodshed, but death is still imminent.                 It was Kali who taught me burning a destructive present opens opportunities for a more productive, generous, loving future.                 It was Aphrodite who taught me some loves are eternal. Others are not.                 Each Goddess has her own lesson for me. Some have been simple – like a light being turned on. Others are more difficult. Deeper. Darker. 

                All have a lesson I must learn in this carnation.                When I awake in the morning, the Goddess is with me. At night in my bed, she watches over me. She sends whichever incarnation she knows I need at the time.                 I walk upon her grounds, moss between my toes, branches overhead. An unexpected wind gently picks up and wraps me in a warm embrace. A sudden scent announces the arrival of who has come. Bloudewedd steps forth in a floral burst. The Morrigan arrives with a musky, earthy, scent – sprinkled with the sweetness of blood. Cerridwen comes to me in patchouli and lavender – an old friend to set the mind at ease.                I feel their touch.                Their reassurance.                Their acceptance.                And I know, everything in the end, will be as it should be.