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A world united: The birth of Divinity Read Post »
The autumnal equinox, the second of three harvest festivals, is a time of perfect balance when day and night are in harmony. This unique equilibrium is a cause for celebration, a moment to pause and appreciate the unity and balance in the natural world. Mabon (coined in 1970 by Aidan Kelly) signifies a time of
Embracing Change: The Autumnal Equinox and Personal Growth Read Post »
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‘Tis the season to be spooky Read Post »
Upon my walk which was divine, did I receive a Solstice Omen? Both our eyes did intertwine. I felt our hearts were interwoven. Could I save a human life, as well as beast pure and majestic? Alas, I had to say goodbye to my Deer friend. My soul is solemn.
S҉u҉n҉F҉l҉o҉w҉e҉r҉ Read Post »
Today, I saw a post about fear spread by someone who doesn’t know my community. Seen by a watcher, this troll had never met us, we who were raised from a time long ago, save for the vampires and the demons we may encounter on patrol. We all fight back with a power found deep inside
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This is my personal experience with trolls online. I fear I didn’t leave much room for commentary, and I hope I am wrong. Because I feel, as an old friend would say, that this is my “download” right now. Or, to put my twist on it, “I am connected to the cloud.” When we are
This photograph was taken at Ruby Beach in Washington on a lovely exploration! I thought it fit nicely with these words of reflection. Every story reaches its end. And from there, we embark upon new adventures. It is when a story begins that great magic is born. From a seed burst into life, it crawls
I took this photograph in Washington State at least four years ago at a beach called Ocean Shores. Recently, someone asked, “What do you want to do with all of the Saturdays you’ve got left?” This is the answer that I replied with. I want to wake up on the beach for a hundred Saturdays
A hundred Saturdays Read Post »
