In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky. If that is thunder, it cracks open the…
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New Moon before Lunar Beltane. Imagination as Calling.
It is new moon, it is respite, yearning. It is the earth, her shadow upon the face of the moon. Her shadow calling breathless, calling in, calling home. Sing song call, to rest. Rest, nurture and reset yourself in the stillness of her peace. Quarantine Clarity. Shows me myself. In all things the constant, how…
Wild Women Wisdom 