For me, the September Full Moon is a time of coming home.
I feel Mother Earth embracing me in her cozy arms and welcoming me in to her most vulnerable experience.
I never knew thistles grew wild in Oregon. They are such beautiful and magical flowers. Scotland has been on my bucket list since my early teens, so I knew of them from there. Not to mention my beloved Eeyore and his thistles. But thistles in Oregon? The last few months, I’ve been spending time reconnecting... Continue Reading →
When I see this picture, I think of trolls and fairies and wood spirits flitting about. Imagine being able to witness the activity that happens after all the humans have left for the day? The trolls hanging out under the bridge. The wood spirits jumping from rock to tree and skimming over the water. The... Continue Reading →