Into the Meadow,I bear a branch from the She Oak as an offering,
I bear a picture of the black soldier ant’s path, up the tallest gum tree,
I bear a lake now half filled with the water of fresh rains
Upon a bed of baked clay where below the frogs sing.
The dawn dawns with fire that rises in the east, bringing with it a cool breeze that is scooping up the falling leaves that dance, and twist allowing themselves to gently fall upon a different spot and it reminds me of the the ever changing cycles of life. Beyond the wide, gurgling river rushes forth, and I in my boat not ..championing to be Mole, who sets forth upon a journey ho.
We are a peculiar breed. Our roots grow deeper than the cedars, and yet we don’t know precisely where or who it is that we grew from. We are a mystery as old as these hills themselves, and it…
Source: The Last of the Granny Witches
The heat poured in today, burning the land beneath it. For the first time for many months, nature is ruling supreme. It has led me to isolate myself inside, by the fan as I think of Entering the Meadow, by the fallen trunks, passing the mooing cattle, an ibis and a snake, the river calls me you see, as it sings along, the river calls me to reclaim my birthrite.
Mostly, I am fairly scattered, part of me lives in Melbourne, part in Perth, other parts of my discected form reside in the UK, another gathers blossoms in Russia, ancestors I meet in Germany, and days will go by, and into Italy I go, or maybe the good old States. I am such an enigma, such a scattered seed of corn, swept aside by the angry winds, that it forget to give me a place to claim my nationality.
Behold the flame burning brightly within the hearth
Behold the flame that takes flight up the tall chimney path s
Behold the flame that connects to the ancestors and the Old God
Behold the flame that anchors in the passing of the time
As the honouring begins and gratitude for harvests picked and shared
———-For Mabon hast come and gone
And Persephone has been claimed by Hades for a period of time
But Mabon brought the sweeping of strong winds all the night long
Bringing forth the steady renewal of rain.
Another cycle is anew, and the wheel dost turn,
Change is in the air.
A way of life emerged as the tender notesmof the flute rose and mingled with the scents of the dying vegetation. Leaves fell softly to the earth mother who took them into her bosum as the day became night. SUDDENLY was upon her and it was time to return to the herd as their journey was lenghty and bitter winds would soon fall upon them as the snow flakes fell hard and form a surface. The reindeer were hardy beasts and in the harsh climate of the north they needed to be to survive and it was time to shapeshift into her reindeer form to lead them to safety.
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