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October Meadow
frost retreats in wreathing mists
as autumnal rays cascade
over twisting paths,
telling Winter
‘it is not yet your time:
sunlight still holds sway,’
but soon…
soon those darker days will arrive
bringing long nights of
crystalline clarity
when dreams marinate,
encased in Earth’s protective womb,
awaiting the burgeoning warmth
of Spring,
but for now…
now is the time of descent,
when the seeds of
future endeavours lie corpse-like,
coccooned in spidersilk
amongst tangled mycellium,
and the voices of the
ancestors whisper secrets
for those who are willing to listen
An October morning in the meadow – a time of frost, mist and spiderwebs. It was, quite simply, beautiful.
Toadstool Hunting
in amongst the leaf litter
all over the woodland floor
are lots of little pixie homes
all waiting with open doors
Equinox Blessings
the tribe gathers to the
sound of beating drums
wild energy rising higher as
equinox blessings dance
upon twilight air currents
and restless hearts balance
upon the turning wheel
standing poised in readiness
as they await the approaching
darkness and the secrets
held within the ancient tales of
the crone heard whispered
whilst wreathed in woodsmoke
I spent last weekend at Equinox Festival, a hippy festival situated in the hollowed out hill of a former quarry at Chalk Farm in the Lincolnshire Wolds, that takes place every year on the nearest weekend to the Autumn Equinox. This was my second time at Equinox, though I also attended several times at the old site near Tattershall, back when it was still called Alchemy. It tends to be one of the highlights of my year. There’s a wonderful sense of community, with the same groups of people visiting year after year. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what walk of life you come from. All that matters is that you embrace the laid back atmosphere and focus on having fun. They call it ‘the gathering of the tribe’, and it definitely feels like that.
Here are a few more pictures from the weekend:
Earthed
curl bare toes in
damp grass
*
open mind
*
awaken senses to
petrichorous breezes
*
open heart
*
stride forwards in
defiance of rainclouds
*
open soul
Spirits of Nature
if you sit in silence
as breezes sway flowers
they will come to you
*
if you calm your mind
to a stream’s soothing flow
they will come to you
*
if you ground yourself
amongst labyrinths of roots
they will come to you
*
if you raise your face
for sunlight’s warm caress
they will come to you
*
the spirits of nature
are simply waiting for
you to come to them
Liminality
unlimited possibilities held
suspended
a question unanswered
balanced on the threshold
between
past and future
life and death
love and hate
as potential joy and
unresisting passivity await
the swinging of a gate
The Spirit of the Fox
beware the creeping fox
wily foe
ready to pounce
*
embrace the cautious fox
cunning ally
swift to adapt
*
follow the persistent fox
wise mentor
advising patience
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