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HER GODMOTHER by Cate Cavanagh

Her Godmother
Cate Cavanagh
Young Adult; Spirituality
Star Publish
268 pages

Shouldn’t we have our own Witch? Allie is experiencing a family breakup. Her father is an alcoholic and her mother decides to leave him. Allie stays with her godmother Brigid, who lives in rural upstate New York, while her mother plans a new life and relocation for them both. Allie is having a wonderful time until one night, when awakened by a thunderstorm, she peeks out of her window to see her godmother dancing on the lawn in the rain. What Allie is about to discover is that Brigid is rather “colorful” or should we say…

Allie slowly closed the curtains. What was her godmother doing, dancing on the lawn in the storm? She knew Aunt Brigid was different than anyone else she ever met, but this?
After standing and watching for a few minutes, she walked slowly back to bed. Jupiter didn’t wake up from the thunder. He still lay stretched out, with his head on Gram’s pillow that she had given him. Back in bed, she sat up for a while, puzzled. What makes a grownup dance in a storm? She heard the door downstairs open and got out of bed again. She quietly sneaked her way to the top of the stairs.
“Oh, Sally,” her godmother cooed. “You are most amazing!  Being in the rain with me! You are a darling. Here, let me towel you off.”
She heard Sally’s “meow,” then suddenly Sally was up the stairs and startled Allie as she passed her. She was not unaware of Allie as she went to her perch outside the bathroom. Unknown to Allie, Sally studied her as she curled up on the tabletop. Allie watched the odd cat that loved storms trot to the end of the hall where she jumped onto the tiny table outside the bathroom. As far as Allie was concerned, Sally did what she always did: curled up and went to sleep. Then she heard Brigid’s footsteps come up the stairs. As fast as she could, Allie tipee-toed to her room. As she did, she heard “Peeep!” Baby Blue was up.
No sooner had she closed her door than she heard her godmother open her bedroom door and say, “There, there, Baby Blue. I guess it is time to eat.” Soon afterward, the peeping stopped.
Allie quietly opened her bedroom door again and went into the hall. Padding barefoot, she silently inched to her godmother’s bedroom door. She stood still at the door and heard Brigid humming. Putting her ear to the door, she listened. She heard what sounded like the striking of a match. Soon afterwards, a beautiful floral smell wafted under the door and into the hall. Brigid had lit one of her scented candles.
“My Lord and Lady, I thank you for a glorious day and for the cleansing storm this night. May our mother, the earth, Gaia, be cleansed and refreshed. I thank you for sending this storm and I ask you accept my prayers for my godchild, Allie.”
Allie appreciated her aunt praying for her, but could not put seeing Aunt Brigid dancing on the lawn in a storm out of her thoughts. In fact, it was very unsettling. She heard the closing of a dresser drawer and quickly scooted back to her room. As she got inside, she slowly closed the door, holding it firmly as the lock softly clicked into place. She heard the bathroom door open and shut and soon heard the running water of the shower.
Allie was really confused now. So much fun was happening! The frogs, Jasper, Jupiter jumping into the pond, his getting a bath, skunks, bats and Baby Blue…. Every day was great! She thought about this over and over again. But no matter how wonderful she felt about everything that happened here, she came back to one thought: “I have a godmother who dances on the lawn in a storm. Who did Mommy send me to stay with?”


5 thoughts on “HER GODMOTHER by Cate Cavanagh

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  2. I love reading a little about the book – it really gives me a feel for whether it would be for me or not. Great idea – sounds like a great book!

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