Goddesses, Earth Spirits and other Ethereal Beings
The Coming Storm
I've laid many a night and listened to the thunder roll in.
How small and fragile we are compared to her breath.
Tonight a great owl called to the coming storm from one of the oaks outside our window.
I hear now the storms reply, rolling in across the mountains and echoing back from the hollows and valleys.
It speaks of ancient mysteries and wisdoms we cannot yet know.
But it also tells a tale of great change coming and of the wonder and awe of it all.
It beckons me away from this plain, deeper into the winding halls of forever.
And, it sings my soul to sleep.
Juli 05
Wild Gaia
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Tempest
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Green Gaia The Gift
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Watching
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The Chalice Father
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Green Mother
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Palmistry
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By The Light of the Moon Hope
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Dance
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