~There will always be a Witch.

[ashtoreth]

Beyond seven mountains, beyond seven rivers, I found myself sitting perched atop a gravestone shaking dirt from my hair and spitting pomegranate seeds on the ground to read the pattern of the season within.

Geomancy of the finest sort.

Those earthen Mothers sang songs to me, dirges of the Underworld that bring life back to the land. Those earthen Daughters called me to add my voice to theirs.

I can feel the edge of winter now. It's in the fields which have seen frost-crack and flood that are waking. It's in the stirring of spirits - everywhere a crowding rush pushing through hedge, tramping the lane. The land and magic itself, putting on spring coats. - Geoff Caveld #VOH
~Hookland

Giving into their desire, I let their song fill my chest until it buoyed me upward and my feet found the ground. Dancing amongst the seeds, I left a song in the mud for dead dreams and lost visions I tried once to call into being. They are the bones of the winter wood, some still sound, some now rotted - but all loved, all treasured, if for reasons unknown or unremembered.

Comments

[bleodswean]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! This sings!!!

[ashtoreth]

Thank you!

This resurrection has been sponsored (in part) by my commitment to regaining my health. I've given up alcohol for a year. Around the 40th day in to this journey, the desire to reach out and reconnect came on strong. So, here I am, giving voice once more to my song and following fleet-footed Persephone back into lushness.