Last day of the old year and the wispy fog lay low over the river valley when I woke. The altars called me and I sat for some time, thinking and listening. We talk about the thin veil this time of year and most of you know that I dont think there has been a veil at all now for many years. Nothing between us and the worlds around. Listen to the whispers of thought and the trailing clouds of love and history that wend their ways past you in these old days, Leave a drop for all the unseen ones and ask their blessing. Its time. Blessed be the Ancestors. Blessed be the Worlds Unseen. And blessed be we.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 12:51:58 +0000
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