Stones tell the history of the world.
Nature is my temple.
Kiss the sun under broken clouds.
Where is your river going?
Find your joy, even for a few minutes each day. Let yourself fly.
On Samhain the Veils part, spirits walk and the ancestors sing, As we honor the Lord of Fire and the Lady of Ice.
We are the ghosts of the future.
The mists are calling you…Will you answer the summons?
During autumn, the world spins into a cacophony of color. The trees shed their skins in the how of the winds As we spin circles around the bonfire.
CAULDRON THOUGHTS: The harvest is over, Demeter sinks into mourning, the world takes a long breath…