by Magi The Great Mother stirs in Her slumbers. Dreaming of what was and a time that is yet to come. Dreaming of Her consort who She yearns to be with again. She knows He will be waiting for Her return. Ever faithful. The Great Mother stirs Her slumbers. Her dreams are here, they are there, they are everywhere, they are nowhere. For She is everywhere: in the depths of the dark forest, the domain of Her consort; in the bustle of the city She can be found by those who seek Her. The Great Mother stirs in Her slumbers. Mother to us all in whose bosom we may seek sanctuary from the trials of live. A Mother's love She gives us. Unconditional. Never seeking anything in return. The Great Mother stirs in Her slumbers. Her dreams turn to warmer days. The land has been barren since She departed for Her Underworld dwelling. But the time is coming when She will once again walk among us. The Great Mother stirs in Her slumbers. And begins to awaken. A smile flickers across Her face. For soon, soon She will resume Her rightful place once more. Soon, soon She will delight in the beauty that grows in Her name. The Great Mother stirs in Her slumbers. Her radiant energy begins to warm the Earth. A promise of what is to come. The first signs of Her return can be found by those who look for it. The tiny buds on the trees and hedgerow. The first signs of life struggling to push through the soil; the flowers of Spring eager to herald Her return. The Great Mother stirs in Her slumbers. We, Her children eagerly await Her return. Softly calling and singing Her name. Hail and welcome, as the Maiden steps forward into the sacred circle. Renewed. Life, love and light radiate out from Her. Blessed Be | 
