Mixing magic

Mixing magic. The Earth speaks through all her creatures, all her creatures’ parts, every petal, feather and fragment. We only hear her when we may pause to experience the blessing before us. Her sound is not silent but subtle.

Beloveds

Beloveds, I wish for you a blanket of stars to tuck you into the darkest night.

In the middle and on the edges

To be in the middle and on the edges, in the water and on land and in space but out of space all at once, when time does not exist as an impediment or blockage but as a blessing.