Good night blessing
Hecate Demetersdatter, witch extraordinaire, does the best blessings there are. She just throws these out, composed as best I can tell on the spot, when she signs out on Eschaton comments for the night:
Whenever you're thirsty, may that spot at the back of your throat feel ice cold water flooding it and trickling down the front of your throat.
Whenever you're afraid, may you see the true nature of what frightens you and realize that you encompass it
When you're poor, may resources flood your life.
When you're alone, may you enjoy the silent song of the your own thoughts carried on the wind between the clouds and the trees.
When you're ill, may you feel the health-giving source of Gaia's energy lifting you up and sustaining you until you can sustain yourself again.
May you always have bread, may you always have wine, may you always have salt, may you always have fire.
Hecate, Runnymeade Conspirator
We need more blessings these days. I have not her powers but share her wishes for all of you, for all of us. Remember, these are the days of which we will someday write memoirs, and brag to our descendants, when they ask "What did you do in the war, grandma?"