The Paths You Walk
Khaire Hekate Enodia!
Khaire Hekate Trioditis!
Hail to She Who Walks the Paths of the Liminal Spaces!
Mother, I have said many times that I find myself hiding in the strings of my instruments, the ink of my pens, the brush strokes of my paints. Today I understand why that is. It's not just myself that I find in those spaces. I find You there. I see what those lines are. How they are special lines that can be so narrow, yet hold everything. All the potential in those lines! The many things they can become without what they already are changing! How magical those lines are!
Sometimes my praise of You may sound rambly, cryptic, and specifically vague (or vaguely specific). I'm not always comfortable with how the words do or do not fit together. I am learning, Mother Hekate, that the words sometimes have to work this way because words can be limiting at times, and there are no limits to You.
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