Simply… Continue reading Magical
It was a risk, for there certainly were rumors of those who had gone in the direction of the white mountains-had gone but not returned. The brave few who courageously dared enter the dense forest had eventually turned back, straggling home with awful stories of low crawling creatures in those woods, things that caused nightmares. Amhain laughed out loud to think of their nightmares. What did they know of true nightmares, after all? The Mother of all nightmares had visited itself upon his world what seemed so long ago that it was as in another lifetime. Such a twisted event had born the cloak of darkness which fathered his own Grand Nightmare, the one that repeated itself again and again, for so many nights that he had lost count. Continue reading The Dawn of the Dream
A billowy cloud floated through his mind, the fading image of a garden, hung thick with vines and lush green leaves, a haven where he had known contentment. He walked the shady path through the woods, into the clearing where she waited. Continue reading The Journey Begins
This January moon coming to full glory has been more tumultuous than most. Her majesty has been wreaking havoc on many levels. For expert information on the true “phases” of her grace, visit my friend Clarissa over at Viva Combusta. … Continue reading The Moon Has Many Faces
When I first decided to write this post, it followed a conversation with a blogging friend Lara trace hentz. She is a wonderful writer, friend of the Earth and its indigenous peoples, and a conscientious objector to the suppression of the … Continue reading Little Crow/Friends in Paradise
A house elf with heart….and unrestricted magical powers! Continue reading Dobby For President
It’s about the magic of revelation, about the anticpation of greatness tinged with the fear of failure. There is magic in growing up and learning what we are capable of even in the face of insurmountable odds. Continue reading If I Took a Train….
Laoch groaned and shrank from her touch, and she felt something warm and moist beneath her fingers. As the first shards of morning streaked over his skin, Ella could see several deep scratches on his lower back. Continue reading Warrior’s Wounds/Forever Never
Slowly he related the things which he remembered. It wasn’t really difficult, for he had had these dreams over and over for many cycles now. Not every night but enough so that he felt sick when he talked of them. Even as the words left his mouth, he regretted their release; for perhaps that is where the birth of the inevitable truly lay. In the knowing.
the breeze teases you as each time you reach for it, Continue reading Gifts