... for a small soul who passed through this reality only briefly, but who touched-- and continues to touch-- so many. Trace Oak, "Grace of the Heavens," the much-loved and longed-for son of my scar-sister, Jaya, never drew breath; his entire life was spent cradled lovingly in his mother's womb. For reasons we will never know, the Mighty Ones chose to call him back before he could taste life in the open air... and he took with him the womb that was his home. Today, a year and a day later, we mourn precious Trace and the fertile priestess his mother was, who now faces premature cronehood and the loss of her dreams.
Tonight I hold the space as Jaya journeys through the underworld, bearing her pain and grief, seeking her truth and healing. I ask that you add your strength and blessings to mine, that Jaya may be supported in this vulnerable place.
For Trace... peace be the journey, small one. Love and light to you and those who love you.
blessings of the Goddess Bright and Dark,