The Tor Stone

Poetry

Ode To An August Moon

ByAlena Orrison September 4, 2017

Ode To An August Moon by Ursa Arcanna Ere the Moon doth shine for me Her glow illuminating my face. Her rays spill down upon my heart To fill me with her grace. Silver and full high in the sky Brightly sharing her art. Glorious Mother, Orb of beauty Guiding us all within.

Meditations | Seasonal Editorials

Conversation with Cerridwen

ByAlena Orrison October 2, 2014

by Margo Wolfe Cool autumn eve. The air chills your face. You bring the corner of your cloak up to your eyes and shield yourself until the wind passes. When you remove your arm, she is there. Cerridwen, Crone, Shapeshifter— a vision of our future self. She frightens you even when she smiles,…