HEATHER'S HEXES
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For Aurora
your lucky phase — the waxing crescent
“
I hunt my own horizon; the dark does not frighten what the moon has blessed.
— the voice of The Huntress
THE INCANTATION
Aurora rose at the first gray light,
washed in water no lips had touched,
put on the dress she loved the most,
and stepped out on the road.
At the river's mouth she met the Eyes,
a hundred eyes, a thousand eyes,
weighing her hem, weighing her walk,
and she grew small.
The Holy Mother came down the shore,
basil in one hand, silver in the other.
"Aurora, why do you stand so still?"
"The Eyes are on me; I cannot move."
"Go down, child, to the salt water.
The sea has swallowed older weights than these."
So the sea took the Eyes, the thousand eyes,
rolled them under, ground them to sand,
and left her the dress for her own delight,
her song for her own throat,
her name for her own mouth.
Sun, give her gold to cross the water.
Wave, give her roads no map has drawn.
French, sit easy on her tongue.
Every city, open your tunnels;
every train, learn her step.
Let her swim where no one swam.
Let her walk where no one walked.
Curată, luminată,
clean and lit as the day she was born.
The charm is mine; the healing, Heaven's.
washed in water no lips had touched,
put on the dress she loved the most,
and stepped out on the road.
At the river's mouth she met the Eyes,
a hundred eyes, a thousand eyes,
weighing her hem, weighing her walk,
and she grew small.
The Holy Mother came down the shore,
basil in one hand, silver in the other.
"Aurora, why do you stand so still?"
"The Eyes are on me; I cannot move."
"Go down, child, to the salt water.
The sea has swallowed older weights than these."
So the sea took the Eyes, the thousand eyes,
rolled them under, ground them to sand,
and left her the dress for her own delight,
her song for her own throat,
her name for her own mouth.
Sun, give her gold to cross the water.
Wave, give her roads no map has drawn.
French, sit easy on her tongue.
Every city, open your tunnels;
every train, learn her step.
Let her swim where no one swam.
Let her walk where no one walked.
Curată, luminată,
clean and lit as the day she was born.
The charm is mine; the healing, Heaven's.
CAST BY
Daciana Petran
Stormcaller of Wallachia
To wash the weight of others' gaze off Aurora and send her out, sun-gilded and salt-strong, to swim, speak, travel, and walk a road of her own choosing.
THE RITUAL
At first gray light, on Sunday's sun or Sânziene's dew, take first water, a basil sprig, and one coin to the Sakonnet oran eastern window. Say it three times low, wash your eyesand throat, give the rest
to the sea, and carry the coin and leaf onward.
The spirits see you.
your deity · Athena · your stone · Labradorite · your season · the returning light
sealed by the keeper of the hexes
