I was sitting there, offering water on my altar, in a Sponge Bob coffee mug because I discovered earlier today that the beautiful shell I found along the beach was too porous to hold water and, therefore, cannot funtion as my Well. I felt silly. I felt dissappointed. I felt slightly defeated, and inexplicably anxious. But as I lit the candles and sat silently I felt a wave of warmth settle over me, as if someone was laying a soft blanket across my shoulders. The momentary calm in the rage that is my brain was deafening.
For the space between two heart beats, all I could hear was the sound of wings, and very faintly, as if at a great distance, a small bell chiming. Then the world crashed down on me again.