My altars lie cold today. There is no incense burning, no candles have been lit, and my sunrise prayers are not going to happen during "Night". The Gods of the Earth and the Underworld are on my mind today, and as usual when contemplating such things, death, destruction, and chaos come to mind.

I am buying a a small container of milk today, and at sunset tonight out by the river, I will pour it into the earth as an offering to Mother Gaea, dark Persephone, and Hades, Lord of Riches. Powers the bridge the gap, such as Hermes and Hekate I leave for tomorrow, when the Solstice arrives and that pivotal point is reached when Autumn becomes Winter and, though Winter seems bleakly ahead of us, the hope of a longer day and warmer times to come come easily to mind.