Though the journey may be wild
World-building
Embracing our many selves
Just a little astral projection
When you have the high ground
What if everything we know about Medusa is wrong?
Our days begin at sunset as harvest is gathered and the fields are emptied the old gods wander overseeing our work as we prepare the soil for winter’s darkness we stand midway between the seasons the fallow months meant for us to ready ourselves with gratitude and planning we ring in the new year carefully … Continue reading New Year’s
An invitation waits for us like a summoning calling us each by name a welcoming door waits for our knock carrying us into the new and unexplored - Caroline A. Slee
Many Faces It looks like each of us despite all difference a rush or a shock or a peaceful dream reaching that sudden stop and every story changes we move from flaws to perfection new angels tilting at windmills whether we lingered over our unique agonies or shifted in the blink of an eye we … Continue reading Many Faces
Beyond four walls and steeples with bells the Earth offers her church a communion with mist as water and sky become one peace stealing over all outside of the world of men - Caroline A. Slee