SPIRIT, RAIN & DEATH
What amazing gifts from spirit today, I feel so humbled and blessed by each and every one of them. Today marks some significant changes in my life, as the sun moves into… Continue reading
What amazing gifts from spirit today, I feel so humbled and blessed by each and every one of them. Today marks some significant changes in my life, as the sun moves into… Continue reading
As the mist rises from the valleys around me I breathe in the moisture in the air – Water droplets, mist modules of memories. Water not only holds our reflections, but our… Continue reading
Reflecting quietly, morning eastern light, Scrying through the trees and the Mabon fog. This morning’s poetry flowing on her lips, The harvest hangs heavy on her aching hips. Thoughts turn and twist to… Continue reading
Just 12 days out from the longest night and the shortest day, Mid-Winter, Yule approaches. Waves roll in of fog, faerie webs, and dew drops. It’s the weaving time, before the sun is… Continue reading
The afternoon shadows call to me, they stretch out across the lawn and the paddocks before me. I hear a frog behind me; the breeze is gently blowing from the south-east. Afternoons like… Continue reading
The shadows of the morning mist, beckon me outside. I leave my desk and follow the mornings call. The softness of the rolling, falling mist meets my skin, refreshing, invigorating, I breathe it… Continue reading