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.
When he played with my hair, I forgot why I was upset. The tyrannies that had invaded my mind, the stress, anxiety, and uncertainty that had coiled within my body, released. When he played with my hair, I found I could breathe.My lungs filled with ease, gentle currents flowing down
“One pill makes you larger,and one pill makes you small.And the ones that mother gives youdon’t do anything at all.” We transform so much throughout our lives, both unintentionally through experience, and intentionally so as to use the experience to become something more than when we began. We seek our
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
“I 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
I wish you magick.
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