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Glimpsing the ocean, she remembers herself. At night she dreams of bones dancing in the old growth. In the daytime…

The fires of Beltane blaze fierce in the night filling the darkness with warmth and with light The veil is…

I love these kinds of mornings, clouds are heavy and gray, it will inevitably rain. The air is still and…

Imbolc; that time of year when She is waking up, blessing the seeds and the tools needed for planting.  The…

She stood upon the feverish sands, with lonely heart, and empty hands, as the mists gently offered damp kisses to…

A tight knot loosens and she can breathe. Her lungs releasing air in a surge from her lips – holding…

Mother Goddess descends her throne gives reign over to the Crone. Death sweeps across the earth making way for rebirth. Cerridwen…