Beyond the mists & through the trees,
Beneath the pale moonlight…
In the shadow of an ancient oak,
There occurred a curious sight…
A collection of love, musing & occasional wisdom from my soul’s Book of Shadows.
An artist, writer, yogi & creatrix, Sydney (Sates) channeled over two decades of experience into The Corvus Circle, a deep movement to rekindle our connection with Mother Earth & ourselves, and its accompanying blog, What the Cat Told the Raven, a loving collection of musing & unspoken words.
Can you feel it? That gentle shifting in the winds; that subtle strand of warmth hidden within the bitter cold. The air tastes differently, caresses our throat and lungs with new whispers. The light has changed. It reflects from our eyes in facets awakening from winter’s deep hold.We are awakening
โI love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand
When I visited my blog today, I didn’t intend to write. I scrolled through my old posts, unsure what I was looking for. Then I came across To the Lost Girl Who Started the Fire, written three years ago, and remembered this is the time of year when my life
Hello Wildlings, Darklings, Corvidae. Warning: this blog post is an open stream of consciousness as I work out many feelings I’m having right now. If you’re seeking my usual prose and insightfulness, it may or may not make an appearance. I appreciate you nonetheless. What a year this has been.
And Other Things my Grandmothers Taught Me All was quiet in the night,As the dead leaves stirred.The Goddess watched on high, As the lines of vision blurred. A flicker of a candle,A whisper in the dark. The groaning of the ancient earth,As Samhain leaves its mark. Much was laid to rest tonight,Far
I wish you magick.
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