An Offering
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. ...