It is Samhain, a time to celebrate all that we have been given while we also mourn with the Goddess over all that she has lost.
Fall is a time for letting go, and I’m doing just that.
A short poem about dog walks in the fall.
I am all that I am made of.
If you make the rules, don’t be surprised when others abide by them.
I read at Ravenhawks that today is a good day for incantations for justice, so here is mine.
I have found the perfect person for me!
Friday night and I’m lonesome. Again.
Thou shalt not bow down thyself unto them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me, -Deuteronomy 5:9 (KJV)
Is it God’s country, or someone else’s?