Often used is the expression looking backwards and nearly as often it is
marked as the fancy of fools. What purpose can regrets and reminiscing
serve but to bind one in shackles to dead dreams? A question I often ask
of my self. However in recent conversation with a friend we turned to
musing on other senses then vision. We agreed that in looking backwards
the allure of this dangerous hobby also came from fondly remembered
smells, tastes, touches, and most importantly sounds. One sound in
particular. We listen back in reverie regardless of being labeled a fool
because that sound was of a beauty that a mortal ear may never chance
upon again. A melody so harmonious even that the passages of decades
cannot still the beating it produces in the heart.

That sound I say to you, which strikes my friend and I so much like a
deadly arrow, is a Song. A Song of blue jays, of butterflies and ravens,
of gossamer spiders, a Song of Summer. Indeed a Song as only a Goddess
could sing it. Every day as Father Sun rises the awe of creation
bedazzles mine eyes. Every night as Mother Moon rides in waxing or
waning I am bathed in Her gibbous glow. Every moment of mine existence I
hearken to hear the feint strands of the Summer Song on the lips of Lady
Viravain. Yet, no matter the eagerness or straining of my ears the words
and notes elude me. To hear that Song as it was sung some years ago. To
hear in it the vitality of Her beautiful harmonies.

Mayhaps it is more then a mortal may ask. Mayhaps however Deities have
memories as well. Memories of a Court which served them in Song. Mayhaps
even in fond remembrance of that Court they will Sing the Song again. In
looking and listening backwards we often hope that we are instead
looking forwards to a day when the warmth of Summer can burn away the
impediments of winter webs.


-Reverently , Respectfully, Fondly, Cronnacht Devotee of Summer-

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Tzarin, in the year 127 CE.