I didn't know where this stuff was coming from - all of a sudden I was a little magickal sprite, bonding with my stone, feeling my earth roots, la la la... All I can is describe the way it felt. And that was how it felt. So sue me. Was I swaying? I felt like I might be swaying.

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?

I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.

I felt an overwhelming gratitude in my life right now and wanted a chance to acknowledge it. I felt that any thanks given to any god all went to the same place, anyway, no matter what religion you were centered in.

Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.

In fairy tales there's always one person who is made for one other, and they find each other and live happily ever after. Cal was my person. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect. Yet what kind of sick fairy tale would it be if he was the one made exactly right for me and I wasn't right for him?