*sound on* dawn-lit insects dance upon sunbeams as birds raise their voices in song; like a dream forgotten upon awakening, a forlorn spirit aches for ancient magicks, tantalisingly close: an eager heart cries, ‘reach out’
can you sense the whispers
of the turning seasons?
can you hear
the words of love murmuring
through bowers of fresh green
blossoming with life? … More Whispers
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 * gathering winter’s fears in forage she brews ancestral knowledge into … More Wisdom of the Crone
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 … More Equinox Blessings
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 … More Spirits of Nature
follow the path connect with the earth free your soul I might not have posted much recently, but I have been out and about taking photos – as much as I’ve been able too, at least, while dealing with unpleasant back pain and sciatica. Rather than using my DSLR camera, though, I’ve mainly been using … More Follow the Path
cross the white bridge
transitioning from autumnal dreams
into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days
awakening to discover the wisdom
of the winter crone … More The White Bridge
descend into the earth and find shelter within tangled mycelium warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated dreams of sunlight’s return * sleep in peaceful slumber untouched by the Crone’s icy tears by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls as she mourns her fallen consort and awaits the turning … More Enter the Underworld
she dances as the new day begins haloed by the rising sun her laughter echoing as she swirls
Every Wednesday, all across the internet, bloggers post pictures with no words to explain them. Here is mine.
golden brown touches subtle hints of Time’s caress life’s wheel turning on
This post if for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s picture was provided by Ady. The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. Here’s my entry. I hope you like it. Goddess Made Flesh Some days the longing to … More FFfAW: Goddess Made Flesh
Midwinter Child As winter strengthens its hold on the land, the light of the sun fades into oblivion’s void, endless night draining joy from the world. Hear the solstice bells chime as pale rays glimmer in a cloud-laden sky, a midwinter child, new-born, cradled in the Mother’s arms, a bearer of hope for future life. … More Midwinter Child
Celebrate Illuminate the midwinter lights, ward off the fears, the demons hidden in shadow, threatening beyond the door. Festoon the house with evergreen, an undying promise of the sun’s rebirth, of life’s return, with the turning of the wheel. Sing out with festive melodies, rejoice in jubilant refrains that spread joy amidst hearts chilled by long … More Celebrate
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Amanda Tuke - nature writer and urban nature champion
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