“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ W.B. Yeats It’s no secret that faeries are part of our lives here in Middle Earth. I’ve been working with elemental beings in my garden for years. My first encounter with...
They don’t know you You, who are ancient With memories written upon your bones Sacred, older than the hills Your light kept hidden under your witch’s robes They can’t hear you Your whispered words They can’t see you, wandering the woods Because...
“I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” ~ Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets Looking back, I was a stray looking for shelter....
She was loved by the Earth. For her gentle step and the kindness of her heart, for the patience in her eyes and the innocence of her trust…that all things were inherently good, that each day would dawn as perfectly as it always did, that nature would cradle her,...
Somewhere along their way together, she noticed that his love had transformed her. Quietly, without any fanfare, he had loved away all the dog-eared edges of her soul, where wolves had chewed precious bits of her away. Gently, he had smoothed the jagged, bleeding...
