I lay nestled and protected between high sumptuous bosky slopes, where honey sunshine drips through the tree branches weaving their magic, to dapple my sacred waters. I am a nexus in the winding path of this bright and sparkling river that murmurs and sings with prayers of wide skies, Atlantic winds and flowering gorse.

Silent moon, ghost moon, shadow moon. The Dark Moon casts its light on the otherworld and so we can step through to that world. All is permeable now, a rich black sea through which to move and flow. As you are reborn from the primordial waters, the foaming, crashing waves, the world begins to lighten with your darkness. Stars begin to fade into the firmament and the seas turn and bow at your arrival.