"Praise to you whose Holiness sparkles, because you have visited the night and refused to stay pure and separate. See all that I would banish from myself and so fail to become whole. Let me not be beguiled by imaginary reassurances of light, but let me trust in grace and mercy as I face the darkness."
"Blessed be you, Wisdom of Ages, Praise to you for carrying the world on your hips, and never uttering "I told you so", but leading us to deeper loving. Hitch up your skirts and teach me to dance to the rhythm of the earth."
From the Celtic Wheel of the Year