"Walk barefoot. Talk to the
moon, the trees, the rivers,
and the mighty mountains.
Find magic in everything."
Ancient Pagan roots
This truly speaks to me . . .
Obviously, we can't walk
barefoot outside this time
of year. I just put the trash
out at 5° this early morn
and methinks I have frost
bite!
Still, last night I had words
with the full moon, well
the day before, the day of
and the day after. Sooooo
love me the moon in all of
its stages.
We actually live by a small
running stream. The deer
and elk frequent it. I like to
go over, have a few words
from time to time. It runs
right by my garage/library.
The mountains, embedded
with evergreens, grace one
side of the property. A road,
and the stream, the other.
On a side note, should be
charging passageway from
the cars passing by! Ha!
Still, 'tis indeed magick
everywhere; I'm in love
with every bit of this here
and now . . . although . . .
Winter has overstayed its
welcome!
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