What a glorious sound. How I had longed to hear them again, and now, as I retire into bed each evening in my new surroundings, I am secure in the knowing that my Beloved Lord is responsible for my escape from that suffocating situation. Saying goodbye to the Land that I had served for so long was the hardest part of it all, but the spirits dwelling there knew it was for the best. I can breathe freedom now, and I’ll likely write more about the move soon, when my new work schedule permits. But now, as Winter approaches, once again, I am reminded of Dionysos. He lingers in my thoughts, and I am ready to greet Him after Samhain.
Hail my Lords, Most Magnificent! Hail Apollon! Hail Dionysos!