You can see her if you look up on cold, winter nights- the stars spell out her story on the velveteen tapestry of the sky. Alternately, you can also catch glimpses of her in the dappled sunlight that trickles down from between a sea of leaves in the woods in summer, or in the dust off the beaten track that gleams golden in the twilight. She is the patron Goddess of the mystery and magic of the world.

Sometimes, she catches you unawares. Your heart may be weighed down with worldly troubles, your shoulders drooping with the burdens you must bear, when suddenly, she flits past the periphery of your vision. If you follow along patiently, if you surrender to this gentle, yet compelling force, it won't be long before you perceive the unraveling of beauty and wonder, like the sun emerging from a secret hollow in the horizon.

She smiles down at you then, gently, and you cannot help but reciprocate with a beatific grin of your own.