follow a path through the debris of Summer’s sun- kissed indulgences, treading scattered seeds into fertile earth as you head towards the clarity promised by Winter’s chill, and the fresh shoots of wild possibility that wait to unfurl beyond
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
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
weaving gossamer threads amidst a landscape gilded with possibility the youthful dreamer endeavours on suspended in a fragile web of hope
listen ∗ can you hear them? echoing ∗ fleeting peals of laughter the joyful reflections of childhood games of long forgotten adventures ∗ held in the space’s fabric memories existing in gossamer insubstantiality absorbed by the earth food for the ∗ soul The garden…
she glows with the luminance of impending motherhood her gravid form embracing serenity future’s promise cradled within her body
Meandering path, following a well trodden route. To whose doorway do you lead? This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge. This week’s pictures were taken at the Chysauster Ancient Village in Cornwall (England), the remains of an Iron Age settlement thought to have…
Beyond The Known
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
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