03/11/2026
Jo Bruno, your goat has been kind to you. Such a beautiful transition. Good job and good luck. You're a beautiful woman, and you will succeed.
A Sacred Hymn to Pan
O Pan, horned lord of the shadowed hills,
Dweller in caves and guardian of the wild woods,
You who delight in the sound of the reed pipe
And dance among nymphs beside the flowing streams…
Come graciously and hear this hymn.
Goat-footed wanderer of the ancient mountains,
Companion of shepherds and keeper of flocks,
Your voice moves through the forest like a living wind
And the valleys awaken at the echo of your song.
Hail Pan, great spirit of the untamed earth,
Whose breath stirs the leaves of the sacred groves,
Whose presence fills the lonely valleys with wonder,
And whose music binds the soul to the living wilderness.
Be present, great Pan, spirit of untamed nature,
Grant joy to the fields and blessing to the earth,
And let your sacred music forever resound
Through the groves, the hills and the hearts of those who call upon you.