Sunday, February 28, 2016

Reap

I always know that the time is ripe for raping the seeds that I’ve sown for so many years when I see the night skies turned crimson last Samhain…


The forest is cleared of fogs and the talismans are shimmering with the old light, emanating deep from the evergreen heart of the night, calling me forth to reap what I’ve sown. 

Sometimes it feels as if each deep dark nooks and crannies of the forest is a summon to reap.

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