Misty Winter Dreaming

Winter's a good time to dream...... especially when the mist settles in for the day........

It's so quiet, but for the occasional drip, drip, drip on the roof...shhhh...listen.....


What is there?


.....a chilly breeze rattles empty branches & sends droplets of moisture flying in all directions over leathery brown leaves .....





...........underneath this fine carpet, the earth is bone-chillingly cold...... wet.........dense....heavy.......


........shhhh...

.....be still....it's nearly Mid-Winter....




What do you dream of for when the light returns?

What do you hope for?

What do you love?




Come, my friend, make yourself comfortable, join me at the fireside.......

wrap yourself in a well-loved blanket and dream with me.....

Let us dream of approaching sunshine & abundance, love & laughter, comfort & ease......


let us dream of every noble thing.......


.....and every thing that makes hearts sing........



Blessings upon all beautiful dreams, for they create the world.......

.............believe in them .........

...............remember them.......

............always.......

There and Back Again....

 

I thought I was getting another chance at Summer. I thought I'd be spending Summer Solstice in England..I was on a pilgrimage, & once I had visited the lands of my Grandfathers in Scotland, & paid homage to Avalon, it was all over & time to return.....

Above is a secret faery place untouched since the bronze age....it welcomed my bones.....the trees danced in the evening light....the hill is untouched since the bronze age......

....it was the flowering time of Rowans, Hawthorn & Elder....it was still bluebell season...

There were magickal gateways in Avalon.....

Oh, this is me on Glastonbury Tor.....And now I am back on the Misty Mountain, about to celebrate Winter Solstice after all ..... 8 weeks work done in 3, & I continue to wonder what happened....Faery time is not the same as clock time, & after "loosing" a day flying through the air in a plane, I am inclined to think time is a rather silly invention......