By Susan Morgaine Slowly, I inhale. Consciously, I exhale. Willingly, I descend. I will fear, but will not cower. I do not wish to look, but I will not close my eyes. I may tremble, but I will not fall. I will be strong; I will confront; I will ascend, and I will emerge.
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Ancestor Walk
Nos Calan Gaeaf Ancestor walk Gaia Woolf-Nightingall gnightingall@yahoo.com earthelementalart.com Find yourself a comfortable position, you may wish to sit or lie down. For a few moments, we are going to sit and notice our breath. That life-giving action that we barely pay mind to as we go about our daily lives. Bring your attention to the very tip of your nose, breathe by breath notice the vital air around you, cooling the tip of your nose as it travels in through your nostrils, feel the moisture settle here, as the cool air floats up through your nasal passages and down your throat, feel too how your chest expands…
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A Visit From Gwynn ap Nudd
A Visit From Gwynn ap Nudd Or ‘Twas the Night Before Solstice by Natalie Reed Upon the sacred Tor I sit A fire of Oak, Ash, Thorn is lit I close my eyes, ask what I seek Wisdom is not for the meek Tales of mystic hero lore Memories from the days of yore Look to the sky, what do I see? A spectre looking back at me Wild dark hair and eyes of fire A countenance meant to inspire Antlers crowned His noble head ‘Twas Gwynn ap Nudd, Lord of the Dead! Upon a huge black horse He rode The stallions’ eyes a ghastly glow A pack of hounds…
