Herb and Candle

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.  ...

When I started out in my pagan path, I didn't have a specific god or goddess that I called upon on a regular basis.  I observed a broader view of deity being One Source with both male and female aspects as the God and Goddess.  Eventually I began a relationship with the aspect of the goddess known as Gaia, and the God as Father Sky.  While I retain a relationship with both Mother Gaia and Father Sky, another aspect of the goddess began to enter my life. Nearly everyday for a few months, the name Hestia would come to me and I didn't know why.  I just kept thinking about Hestia and at times would find myself just speaking her name in a whisper to myself.  I came to realize that Hestia was, in fact, trying to make herself known to me.  I started studying about what history I could find on her.  The more I learned about her, the more I understood why we were drawn to each other.  Nevertheless, there was a nagging thought in the back of my mind, that...