My darling child,
I am your mother.
This makes me many things. It makes me a jungle gym; a interpreter and transcriber; an advocate and negotiator. Sometimes, I'm a referee. Others, I am a tickle monster.
Most importantly, I am your guide.
There is so many things that I want to show you. I want to show you the silence of a sunrise in winter. I want to show you the colors of a forest on a summer day. I want to give you the beauty of standing before Deity bare of all that we clothe ourselves in for the world.
Right now, I teach you the words and the meanings. You repeat them so trustingly. Only rarely do I see your face alight with the glow of comprehension. It's okay. You are a child.
I want to see you in a relationship with Deity. But I know that time is precious and I may not. That is the fact that led me to this point in my life.
Here, I will record the lessons of my Way, and those that I find inspiring. I will write them for you, and for your Children, my darling. I write my Truths so that you may learn yours.
May the spirits watch over you and Deity hold you firm in Her arms.
~Margret A. Silverwolf
Your Mother
Note: This blog will serve as a digital companion to the grimoires that I will leave my children. Some entries will be duplicates.
