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.
Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire;I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moonโs sphere. Fairy, William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Midsummer exists as its own realm within my mind. Golden light, glittering dew drops, dancing fireflies, lusciously soft grass beneath bare, gentle feet.
Never be afraid to go back; to where your magick flowed, when your imagination ran wild, and you let yourself run with it. Stars. Gods, there were so many stars. Billions, twinkling against the inky black like glitter cast across midnight silk. I breathed deep, the air in the circle
In the garden of memory, in the palace of dreams…that is where you and I shall meet. – The Mad Hatter, Alice Through the Looking Glass I have believed, since I was very small, that mirrors contain whole worlds within their depths. Their magic not in showing us what others
Sometimes I hate the world. Sometimes the bitterness and the hatred become too much, suffocating my breath, tightening my chest and throat. The shell I build around myself is meant to protect me, to keep away all the bad of the world so that I can find some desperate thread
Beyond the mists and through the trees, Beneath the pale moonlight, In the shadow of an ancient oak, There occurred a curious sight. The Cat meowed and pawed the earth, Her eyes aglow with gold, And the Raven peered down from his perch, Listening as the tale was told. โThere
I wish you magick.
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