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“New beginnings can be scary. There is always this pain of leaving something behind and the fear of embracing something new,” said Nisha as she lit two honeyblossom candles and placed them on the wooden desk.
“I agree,” said Diya placing the spooky looking pumpkin carefully over the candles,” and this looks great enough. Shall we light up the other candles too?”
“Not now,” said Nisha,” let them arrive first. And how is our pumkin pie doing?”
“It will take a few more minutes for it to be fully baked,” said Diya heading towards the kitchen,”By the way what were you saying about Goddess Hecate earlier this evening?”
“Goddess Hecate is often seen at the crossroads,” said Nisha,”she holds up a glowing torch and guides us through all darkness. She is the way and also the light along the way. I believe we should do a small ritual in her worship. We can only see the darkness at the moment. Connecting with her through prayer might just show us the light along the way.”
“I will light some incense,” said Diya,” and will fetch your prayer book too.”
Nisha spread a soft clean cloth on the desk close to the jack-o-lantern they had just created and smoothened it out carefully. Diya soon came back with the incense stand holding a tiny book in her hands.
“The page is bookmarked,” said Nisha lighting the incense,”You can start reading now.”
“Beloved wise woman,” began Diya,”Blessed be all on this blessed day. May you hold up your torch and light the way. May the warm glow of your wisdom enlighten us and fill our hearts with mercy and compassion. May you awaken within us the sparks of enchantment so that we may realise our true potential. May we no more be afraid of our shadows. Beloved Hecate, hail Triple Goddesss, hail the wanderer of dark nights, come to us in our dark night of the soul and let the flame of wisdom help us release the burdens of the past and shed the worries of the future so that we are here, present in this moment with full grace and compassion So mote it be. And so it is.”
“That was so soothing,” said Diya as she looked at Nisha who sat still with her eyes closed.
“Yes,” whispered Nisha slowly opening her eyes,” I do feel a lot better when I pray.”
“And now where is the white dove feather you had found the other day?” asked Nisha pouring holy water into a clean bowl.
“I will bring it,” said Diya putting the book aside. Do you need anything else?”
“A bit of salt,” said Nisha picking out one incense from the stand.
“I remember,” whispered Nisha once Diya had left, “how Grandma would make me sit down for these rituals and teach me their significance. As a child I hardly ever understood why we were practising these but she told me that these are all done to confirm a sacred blessing.”
“And here you go,” said Diya placing the feather and a small bowl containing some salt on the desk.
Nisha moved the incense over the bowl of salt thus purifying it.
“Take this feather and move it over the incense,” said Nisha placing the incense back into the stand,”this will bless our new beginnings with the power of air.”
“Wow,” said Diya,”this is amazing.”
She slowly picked up the feather and moved it carefully over the incense inhaling the soothing aroma of sandalwood at the same time.
“Now, what next,” said Diya giving the feather to Nisha.
Nisha slowly and carefully moved it over the jack-o-lantern above the warmth of the candles being very careful of the fire.
“This will bless our way with the sacred power of fire. Now just sprinkle a little holy water over this feather so that we are blessed with the power of water as well.”
“And what about the salt?” asked Diya sprinkling some holy water on the feather.
“This will bless us with the love and care of mother earth,” said Nisha moving the feather over the bowl of purified salt.
“I believe thats how we learn to take care of ourselves,” said Diya bowing down in gratitude,”Prayer and sacred rituals have so much power in them to make us feel better.”
“I agree,” said Nisha,” Everything in life must be treated as sacred. Thats how we learn to value everything.”
The night had settled in full grace and their house smelled with the pleasant aroma of sandalwood, honey and pumpkins. It was a pure delight for all the senses.