poem

Rust creeps across shelter
turning silver to auburn
welcome elements
verdigris and lapis
windrift and beach foam
share these color dreams
branch to branch
acceptance

Now is the dark time of the year

Now is the dark time of the year, waiting while December light pours out on Christmas snow. 
Kes and Rocket Dog are huddled up inside, they like warmer weather.


This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.”

These are words that remind me to touch base with my inner self.. My middle nature, Not some inner self far away and unknown, but the self you get in touch with when you feel your feelings in your body...

When you need to go somewhere and do something and you get a tight feeling in your gut, Something is telling you you should not go, or you should not go in the mood you are in, something is  telling you that you need to get in touch with your own feelings about something before you make a move..

 If you find that you do not want to go but feel you must go, then at least you are honoring your own feelings about it , what ever it is..

Color Purple

I have recently found a beautiful blog called The Purple Caravan. It is amazing . Makes me want to build a gypsy wagon and head for the Highway..
It is coming close to Christmas, and the energy of the Full Moon and Winter and the Lunar eclipse all seem to conspire together to make me want to slow down.
To rest a while in the silent darkness and pull on the dream land, to let what wants to come up, arrive
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Waiting  for the light, waiting for Christmas, it is all a busy time of year. Who has time to write, who has time to sit and collect the scattered energy?
It is the beginning of the return of the longer days. We might not notice now but the sun will stay a bit longer in the sky.
Look on any clear night for the shooting stars and moon.
happy Yule time, Merry Christmas,  May the light strike chords of resonance in your heart.