During last night’s binding and banishing rite, bats suddenly appeared overhead just as I began to dance.  You don’t see many bats in the area, it was my first time ever seeing them outside of the mountains.  They were small, delicate and beautiful and made the sweetest chirping sounds that echoed into the night.  As I was dancing swiftly round the ring, they swooped and ed overhead, shadows against the dark blue sky.  Wormwood and sage incense wafted around the yard, the cauldron fire was low and red and the spirits were on the move while I fell into the trance, dancing and spinning and ing like the bats who joined my rite from the first drum beat to the last.   When the music stopped, the six or seven little winged things disappeared over the river, through the pines, into the distance.

To continue reading, please see the original post at “Bat Crossing“.