I stepped through the Door and into the Otherworld and
looked at my feet. I was barefoot and standing on flat stones, wet and smooth
and shining like polished silver. It was night, I wore
a deep purple gown and the rain fell softly on my bare arms. The tall dark trees around me sparkled with
silver lights as though an entire tribe lived among the treetops.
The path led in a spiral and I followed it down to a deep
well surrounded by the same flat stones.
The water was clear but dark, like a scrying pool. A woman with dark hair and dark eyes and pale
skin, wearing a dark gown sat beside the pool.
She spoke to me with her mind and showed me all of the secrets of our
family, generations of us, our Wyrd and our fate.
She said that this was the Well of Secrets, of memory and
fate and the Wyrd of us, of our family.
All was water and light among shadow and I gave a gift, a silver strand
of light from my womb. I cast it into
the well as an offering to our family fate, to the family secrets. A sacrifice to further us along, a promise to
teach my children love.
I vowed that I would teach my children not to be afraid, that
with me, in my heart and in my love they are safe from abandonment, from ever
having to sacrifice themselves or their own truth.
I know this vow is true and right and I know that it begins
with me. I returned with a renewed sense
of peace and purpose.
