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Approach the gate as a pilgrim, a seeker, wear sturdy boots for walking, go cloaked and hooded against the wind, blackthorn staff and lantern in hand, an abundance of candles in your pack for the long journey ahead. Bring gifts and offerings for those who dwell beyond the ancient gate, bundles of sage, clear water, kindling, earth and salt, bring flasks of tea, incense and bread, bring tales and laughter to share around the fire with those you will meet along the way. Travel lightly and make your journey by the moon, taking the owls, true kindred, as your fierce and tender companions, feel their breath along your own wings, share their dark and feathered wisdom as you flow. Let the song you sing as you are questing be your own sweet music, and the stories you spin by the fire in the nights ahead be the narratives of your own wild and shining life, this journey you are making into an unknown land. Listen to the night and be content, for you are not alone; around you is a vast and singing throng, the very stars are singing with you as you go.
Catherine Kerr
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