Spanish Moss

There is a Castle surrounded by trees. I know yesterday was solstice but bask in the warmth of the Sun, abundant growth about, and maybe find some fresh corn (maize) to enjoy with memories of those that have trod before. Blessings!

*stomps foot* Feet planted on the Earth, this is where we walk, regardless of if the mind wanders to the stars. Right here. *stomps foot*

That sounds delicious and it really is the little things.

Friendly reminder: Witchcraft has long been a tool of the oppressed. Do not be afraid to use it.

It has begun to snow. Even in the stillness that blankets the land, life stirs beneath. There is a sense of wonder too for this rare event around here. Maybe I'll make hot chocolate to have while I begin my day's work.

Watching cooking shows on YouTube with 12 y.o., stopping to give belly rubs to the pupper sleeping nearish the heater on occasion, and will likely make hot chocolate at some point.

Listen to the subtle, the whispers are there. Forest or no. Words or no.

The center calls to the circumference, and the circumference calls back. We crawl, we dance, and we live the rite of life in this cauldron, this circle, this eventual tomb. Exhale and inhale. Focus on breathing. We are the breath of the Gods as they experience themselves.

That whole words have meaning thing.

some redditor: "Your speaking in semantics." [sic]

me: "Yes, I do indeed like to understand what things mean."

goob mormimg all, we rise again to suffer and overcome suffering

If you've never sat in the middle of the woods alone and played music for the forest, it's an experience hard to explain.