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Hestia oh Hestia the warmth from your fire lights me up with rooted blissCalming the bitter winds of Oya's loneliness beckoning me to open my heartCompelling me to expand my mindSwirling the life I've dared to dream with visions watching over my narrow viewGlittering sparkle of Sophia's wings wrapped around my shouldersScraping off the attachments to what I knew and how I learned to cry The white blanket dries my contemplative eyes in warming hibernationshivers of glory sneaks under the covers peaking one eye out the windowwitnessing the quiet of the trees tender seductionisolated by naturea welcoming cave to the inner compartments of my soul coated in sweetness of a good cup of coffee and a birds-eye view of the Olympian striving to be all that we compare ourselves to beA day gone by with not much to show for it by the standards set from the mountain on highSimple whisps of satisfaction float like bubbles off the stove popping as it hits the burnerand reinvents itself between my palms giving grace to the bounty before meA candle lights my way as the sound of the storm feels like an intruder wanting to break inThe yoga mat all set up for this winter visitor to dance circles around my tight musclesand set the pace of my breath to the sound of the windMy crystals all set up to the surge of power harnessed by the moonready to move us all closer to our own center of the worldclose enough to touch one anotherto kiss the light of the loving-ness between usnever to be apart againin the sillinessof separation