As I step off the porch with bare feet I feel the cool richness of the earth beneath me, the refreshing crisp air of an early December night, and I take notice of the stars shining against the black of night. With the chalice in my left hand, and cut apple revealing it's sacred star in my right hand; I venture out to leave my offerings that have adorned my altar the previous day. As I kneel down before the old tree I take a moment of silence as my heart is filled with gratitude. I place the apple at the base of the tree and know that I'm giving back a gift that already belonged to the earth. I slowly tip the chalice and let the aromatic wine pour over the fruit.
As I rise, I look up once more and I feel the connection between myself and deity. Seeing the stars glistening above the branches, I recognize the world tree in the place where I stand. The old tree becomes the stang which connects this world to the upperworld and the underworld. The earth itself is the great cauldron womb of the goddess. And here I stand, in awe of the mysteries that surround me. Truly blessed to recognize the gifts all around me. Thankful to be apart of such splendor. Such beauty. For deep within, the witch feels the connection with the land, the sea, and sky. Because of this, the offering is made, not from a feeling of necessity but rather an attitude of appreciation.
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