Invocation of Libra
The stars turn. The Sun and Moon rise and fall. Dry turns to wet and Season of Air turns to Water as the winter rains begin to fall.
Spirit of Libra, breath of fresh air, I invite you to make your mark upon me, to reveal my flaws, to review my work that I may learn to do better.
Xalki, super, thank you for your critique. Your even-handed analysis helps me see my successes and correct my mistakes. May I be as compassionate when I review my own work.
The Work Continues.