There was no one else there. For a little while, I had it all to myself. Having risen at 3 to make the hour long journey to the Northern Beaches, we found where my husband would be stationed for the Sun Run: directly opposite the rock pool of South Curl Curl, where the morning tides ferociously slammed against the rocks, the pool, the shore. 961 more words
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As Lughnasadh approaches this weekend, I’ve began to contemplate on the season and the festival.
Lughnasadh is one of the seasonal holidays, also referred to as a “lesser Sabbat.” I don’t like that term as I believe it takes away from the importance of the seasonal celebrations. 661 more words