Funny, the things you hear coming out of your own mouth.

Just before sunrise, looking west for traffic as I cross 31st Street, I see her, hovering there over the horizon: what seemed at the time to be just about the hugest Full Moon I'd ever seen.

My reaction surprises me.

Blessed be!” I say out loud.

It was both a reaction of surprise, and a blessing. It was, likewise, a greeting to Herself. What most delighted me about my spontaneous little ejaculation was its utterly un-self-consciousness nature.

Pagan language, when used in everyday settings, can sometimes seem a little forced, as if we're trying too hard.

But then, suddenly, there you are. You see a beautiful, big Moon where you're not expecting her, and the words gush forth like water from a spring.

Blessed be!”

Walking the Old Ways, you'll find that over the years, they will shape pretty much everything that you do, everything that you think, everything that you say. That big old Moon will get deep down inside you and...well, you'll be amazed at the words that you'll hear coming from your own mouth. Stay with this long enough and, in time, it will become who you are.

Be warned, my friend. Be warned.