Above the feast, a curious owl perched on a hollow branch observed us suspiciously. It lifted everyone’s spirits to see his round face, a surprise on this unjoyous occasion. The warning crack of the branch’s fragility shocked us as we watched the bird cautiously inch sideways, moving closer to the trunk. He was just too heavy. Like us with all the ache of mourning our loved one.
We refocused on the preparation of the sacred ritual. One by one, the candles were lit, and the covers of our hoods lifted as we summoned the healing power of the goddess Isis.
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Your imagination is intriguing and creative and I enjoyed your descriptive interpretations of the prompts Susi
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So happy to hear you enjoyed it, Ivor! And I appreciate the praise. ❤
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My pleasure Susi
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So many sensations in one imagining.
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That was the goal. 🙂
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An interesting ceremony.
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Who doesn’t want Isis to preside over a resurrection? 😁
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That’s a twist on its own. 😸
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lol Yep! 🙂 Thanks, Carrie!
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Very inventive!
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Thanks, Val! 🙂
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Excellent use of all the words Susi
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❤️ Appreciate it, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Great job, Susi.
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Thanks so much, Suzette! ❤️
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