*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’
echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace
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
arise to greet the dawning sun * gathering armfuls of pure golden light to crown the summer king * the Lord of the Hunt proud and virile mighty sunbeams amidst oak leaves * watch as he takes his place beside the queen * the Lady of the Meadows bedecked in flowers her belly swelling with … More Midsummer Gold
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