This came to mind tonight, an oldie but one that carries a message that is timeless. I spent the later afternoon listening to my son read the latest in conspiracy theory launched on Gaia, filled with terror and ignorance, stemming from a faction we should fear far more than any conspiracy. I have been working […]
Monthly Archives: September 2009
I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe. From Me all things proceed and unto Me they […]
“Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish; every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? […]
This morning I am wide awake and it is still dark. The sky is filled with stars and the air now has the chill of Autumn. Autumn arrived with great ceremony over the weekend, the days and nights filled with howling winds, while temperatures dropped overnight. The trees are now changing in earnest, having slowed […]
Today I am finally getting around to making a Mabon dinner. It is not the turkey I was craving but a lasagna instead. I have been hard pressed to be domestic this week, happy to disappear with my thoughts and words. Yesterday while I had some very rare time alone, I spent it listening to […]
Mabon is always an interesting time of year for me, filled with connections and energy. I treasure those connections but my efforts to celebrate this day always seemed filled with one thing or another. The energy of the seasons change coupled with that of the new moon has been intense. Along with that I have […]
I know I have had this up before but when moving posts I felt like sharing it today. One of my favorite artists is John Waterhouse. His paintings are from the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. His greatest focus was myth, literature, romance and love, and he painted women to reflect these things. Being a […]
Fresh morning dew, still dripping from the rose, the blue birds sing their wishful, songs of hopes. My garden has still breath – it alone knows, the secrets that are bound with grassy ropes. Pure love is endless – the bird’s sing of truth, sweet blossoms bow so humbly, to their voice. They rest in […]
I was stumbling through posts this morning, moving things about and I realized the link for this song had long since been lost. The song touched me some time back when I began to experience a connection to someone I had never met. That connection remains strong and I wanted to post this as if […]
