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Originally posted in "the Online Book of Shadows - Inspriational Stories".

"On The Banks of the Mississippi"

While doing a ritual at the banks of the Mississippi River last Summer Solstice, I discovered I had forgotten to bring fruit to cast into the river. So, in a panic, I searched through the car and discovered a cinnamon bun that was a bit past freshness! Having nothing else, I cast this upon the waters, asking the Goddess to bless me with fertility/creativity of mind, spirit and body, while adding an apology for only having a stale cinnamon bun to offer.

Imagine my surprise, then, as I closed my circle and stood in peaceful silence, gazing into the night sky...only to see a shooting star flaming through space in an arc, like a smile of love!

A moral, if this story needs one: What you offer is not nearly as important as the intent with which you make that offering!
Blessings.

-Author's name withheld by request