The moon is bright against the autumn sky
As the Priestess prepares for work.
The apple bowl filled wth spring water
Brighid’s healing magic carefully held. 42 more words
On Saturday I invited three friends for a meal. We are all singletons, independent thinkers certainly, and there were two men and two women. After we had scoffed curry and crumble and a certain amount of wine we had a jolly good argument, about the state of the world and the meaning of life. 701 more words