{"id":4785,"date":"2011-02-01T01:10:56","date_gmt":"2011-02-01T06:10:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=4857"},"modified":"2011-01-17T19:03:12","modified_gmt":"2011-01-18T00:03:12","slug":"memyself-and-i-words-from-a-solitary-practitioner-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2011\/02\/01\/memyself-and-i-words-from-a-solitary-practitioner-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Me,Myself and I, Words from a Solitary Practitioner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Solitary Imbolc <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The sound of the bell fills the air, soft and low<br \/>\nAs an ancient reminder As Above, So Below<br \/>\nThe practitioner stands in the velvet cover of night<br \/>\nSo there&#8217;s no interruption to this time honored rite<br \/>\nShe stands still in the darkness, firmly wrapped in her cloak<br \/>\nAnd centers her energy to welcome Imbolc<br \/>\nThe natural items on her altar, become magic in her hands<br \/>\nAs has been the Witch&#8217;s way for many years, in many lands<br \/>\nThe golden glow of candle light, the sweet smell of burning herbs<br \/>\nIn perfect love, and perfect trust she say&#8217;s her heart felt words<br \/>\nShe gives her thanks to the Ancient Ones then leaves the sacred place<br \/>\nShe walks softly on the mother earth and her passing leaves no trace<br \/>\nA Solitary Wiccan, yet she knows she&#8217;s not alone<br \/>\nAll the children of &#8220;The Craft of the Wise&#8221;dwell in this sacred home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Solitary Imbolc The sound of the bell fills the air, soft and low As an ancient reminder As Above, So Below The practitioner stands in the velvet cover of night So there&#8217;s no interruption to this time honored rite She stands still in the darkness, firmly wrapped in her cloak And centers her energy to welcome Imbolc The natural items on her altar, become magic in her hands As has been the Witch&#8217;s way for many years, in many lands The golden glow of candle light, the sweet smell of burning herbs In perfect love, and perfect trust she say&#8217;s her heart felt words She gives her thanks to the Ancient Ones then leaves the sacred place She walks softly on the mother earth and her passing leaves no trace A Solitary Wiccan, yet she knows she&#8217;s not alone All the children of &#8220;The Craft of the Wise&#8221;dwell in this sacred home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":111,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4785","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4785","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/111"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4785"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4785\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4785"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4785"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4785"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}