Badger's Moon

Origin of the Aurora Borealis Tookla’s magnificent head came up with a start. What was that? Another sound? Ears forward, Tookla’s ice-blue eyes stared out from the doorway of his plywood doghouse. Getting up slowly he stretched luxuriously and moved carefully from the warmth of his hay filled house into the bitter chill of his fenced outdoor run. Standing still, Tookla alertly scanned the February afternoon landscape outside his run. Nothing. How many times now had he expectantly searched the surrounding area only to be disappointed? Walking to the end of his run, Tookla sat slowly down and heaved a great sigh. Sparkles of frost chased by shivery wintry blasts twirled through the air and landed on his thick warm coat. Half closing his eyes, Tookla began to think back to the old days, the good days. “It wasn’t always like this,” he thought to himself. “I used to go with my master and the team always. But no more. Not for a long time. My own son now has my place at the front of th

Posted in Quotes by badger “O Great goddess, Bast, Soul of Isis, Heart of the Sun-hear my call. Aid thy servant in reaching the source of all things, Guide thy servant’s steps on the true path Answer your physical manifestation’s soul’s desire for Thou. Blessed be Bast, Who gathers her children into life everlasting. Blessed be Bast, The Beloved of Bast has gone to the Horizon, Your physical manifestation lives now only in the sunset. May her ka endure and her shadow seek the light. The power of Bast protects her, Shut en Bast sau.”