In the Presence of Gustav

[tinhuvielartanis]

While Aunt Tudi was watching the latest on Hurricane Gustav, I came across an old journal from my Dedicant days in 1992. The first page, written in late October of 1992, is entitled "The Tornado and the Hurricane Speak." I decided to transcribe it here in hopes that it might bring a shred of comfort to anyone in the path of the oncoming storm who might chance upon this entry. My thoughts are with everyone in New Orleans. Despite my affinity for Crone weather, I'm not at all happy that NOLA might be getting it again. That area has had enough horror and heartache to last a lifetime. Again, hopefully this might bring a little peace in the coming days of worry.

THE TORNADO AND THE HURRICANE SPEAK

We are the hand of the Dark Goddess, She who creates through destruction. The banishment of the Circle is performed by going widdershins, and so it is that we travel widdershins in order to banish the old, or that which is deemed ready to pass from this place. It is we who roar in welcome of new landscapes, new vegetation, new life. We do not destroy for destruction's sake. Our fury blows for the potential of Creation that follows in the footsteps of the Crone as surely as Spring chases Winter.