for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits…
weary bloom withers past beauty soon forgotten life yet lies ahead crone’s wisdom cradled within next generation’s promise
Waiting “Why are you here?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. “I’m waiting for you.” Her heels clunked against the cabinet in a familiar rhythm. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.” “I won’t be long now.” Ephemeral fingers traced his aged cheek before…
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. The Sands of Time The sand flows steadily on: seconds, minutes, hours… building into days, weeks, years… Memories of childhood joy lies smothered beneath arid desert. Still, enough time remains to build sandcastles before the glass turns once more.
Beyond The Known
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
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