"The magic in me is old, it sings
the song of my ancestors, words
of the forest tongue, long forgotten."
~A.M. Galdorceraft
Alas, I do not live as deep in the
forest as I would like, but I do live
there. A true blessing, after all! 'Tis
strange, I have the forest on my left,
the lady side, and modern life on
my right, man's world indeed.
I've come to understand that I see
my tiny, 135 year old cabin, a place
of magic centered 'twixt and 'tween
the two. From the moment I enter,
life as we know it is left behind. I
find the era of yesteryear soothes
me and eases me.
There is naught in this world to
soothe one's soul as to sit by the
fire and candlelight in the living
area. I suppose one must honor
our modern day . . . that might
just be why the occasional marg
comes to mind.
I pray I may be granted the wish
of being here 'til my time is ore
and that I am held in the arms of
my ancestors until borne home.
Blessed be . . .
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