Sit, listen to the wind, birds and trees. Allow the beauty and chaos that is nature to enter and propel you through this time we call life. Breath in the smells of an open fire place and a camp fire. Know the difference they have on you and your surroundings. Give with an open heart and mind. Know that there are richer and poorer. But never measure those two thoughts by the amount of money one has. For richness is how you live and give of yourself, not what you have.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Poem by Belladonna
Smoking Ashes and fragrant blooms,
All blended together beneath the moon.
A pinch of this, a dash of that,
Stir with the whisker from a cat.
Eye of Newt and Dead Man's Fear,
Brew the root with the Seven Job's Tears.
Cast them deosil by the fume,
Sprinkle with a whisk of Witch's broom.
*Written by 'Belladonna' in
'The Wiccaning,' by Sister Moon
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