The days of old that stir my soul, are filled with salt and sea. The fire bright and pale moon light, soft whispers call to me. Warmth of hearth and chill of wind, set my thoughts a flight. The spirits speak of hidden things this cold October night
The dark season, a time to rest and reflect. Time decide which path to follow, which course of action to take up or abandon. And a time to reflect on the joys and celebrate them.
This life….so that I may complain about it freely and enjoy everything it has to offer The right to complain….to voice my opinion, and having heard it out loud, rethink things The right to my own path to the divine…and to see that others travel with me, even if we are not side by side….