The Water's Song

[zenling]

[zenling]

A letter is sent east.

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Little Acorn,

It has been some time since I wrote to you last. I had just become a fullfledged member of my Goddess' clergy then, and I had much to think about and learn. I can cast many wonderful spells of healing and helping with Her grace now, and I feel such peace and certainty in my heart that it is meant to be just like this. I will tell you more of this as you grow older, in another letter in the future.

I have come to a very big city now, the biggest I have seen so far. I have shared the lavender I picked during my last day of travel with the locals who see less of floral things, and have already met some very kind people. They offered to lodge me so generously in a fine estate that I was lost for words! Do not tell your uncle, because he would call me mad... but I did not go. Although that was not entirely intentional. I did try, but I was helplessly lost. I could not find my way there again once my guide carried on and I was left alone. The inside of the city is full of buildings that all look the same and I found myself back in the same spot time and time again. It seemed my Goddess could sense my distress, for Her voice called me back to a fountain maintained in Her name, and I rested there instead. I feel so close to Her here. It is beautiful. It has water lily leaves, and flowers, and running water sings its way across some rocks, and candles light it in the night. It is calm here, and I am relieved to have found such a place within the city.

I have also made a friend. His name is Herbert. He is a rat, but do not let that frighten you. He is not like the rats your mother and grandparents say they must keep out of the barn. No, this is not one of the wild rats, I think, at least I could never imagine one born wild to be as sweet as this. I think he must have been someone's pet one time, perhaps a bard, for he is partly white and not afraid at all, and seems to have no interest in returning to the wild. He loves nothing more than treats and sleeping in a little pouch I made for him, and sometimes he will look so content when I stroke a finger over his head that I wonder how different from other animals we keep as pets they truly are.

Now I am running out of parchment so this will have to be all I share today.
Be well, little acorn, and listen to your mother. I promise to write again to you soon.

With love,

Odelia