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As I sit on the cold, hard floor of an apartment littered with boxes and bags and bits of lives that are slowly being melded together, I glance around at the clutter and chaos and find a sense of comfort.
Hestia, Eternal Flame of Olympus, I see you there amongst the moving boxes and the overflowing bags. I feel your presence in the first cup of hot tea brewed in a new kitchen. I hear your gentle voice ringing though the early morning silence as I prep for a day of unpacking and moving and organizing.
From honey in my tea to cinnamon on my toast and a candle softly flickering in the kitchen, I feel your warmth flowing into this small space that my family and I are turning into a home and I am overcome with love and thankfulness.
Hestia, Maiden of Fire, who's oil slicked hair radiates warmth and gentleness, it is an honor to be your child and I am ever grateful to feel your presence and know that you are guiding me. Light in the darkness, Keeper of the Flame, First and Last; Ember that burns ever bright..thank you for being in my life
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