Dionysus dreams on the vine.
Where is your peaceful place?
Stones tell the history of the world.
Nature is my temple.
Kiss the sun under broken clouds.
Where is your river going?
Time for my quarterly Seasonal Basket Contest! You can ONLY enter on the blog, on this post, so if you’re looking at this from Goodreads or Amazon, hightail it over to my blog because no other entries will count. It’s
Find your joy, even for a few minutes each day. Let yourself fly.
I love the feel of the stark landscape, and the pristine look of snow (I may not want snow for more than a few days, but I do love the feel of that clear, crisp, blanket over everything). When I
May this burnt orange season lead you safely between worlds as the Veils lift.