Tag: spiritual reflection
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The Magic of the Grove

Sometimes I sit in my Groveand wonder how the years grow old. Another year.Another seed.A planting nowfor the coming deeds. In my Grove I sit and wonderhow it is the village sunders. Another letter.Another storm.Ashes in the cauldron warm.Old words still softly churn. Yet I am thankful we are moving,watching small seeds slowly blooming. The…
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A Letter to the Storm

There are times when I sit here in our place of sanctuary. Just me, my children, and my husband. Lunaris sits beside me, her foxy tail gently sweeping near the cottage door. Corvyn circles high above, ready to croak out a warning when a storm begins to gather on the horizon.On days like these, I…
