The Descent into Autumn
As we stand at the entrance to the West gate, opposite the place of the rising sun that gave us light for the last 6 months we now turn to the deep waters… Continue reading
As we stand at the entrance to the West gate, opposite the place of the rising sun that gave us light for the last 6 months we now turn to the deep waters… 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