Although I spent years learning about witchcraft when I was a teen, I had never paid much attention to the Wiccan sabbats and esbats—even they smacked too much of organized religion for my tastes. 1,426 more words
Treasure in Barren Places
My lady sits on a cliff top, looking out across the bay, where land, sea and sky meet. She is the mountain embodied, the land given form as a god. 524 more words
You are the Weaver of fate.
You are the Spinner of dreams.
You are the Unravelling of hope.
You are the Waters of the Well of chaos. 387 more words
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