The image is my view from the hermitage over the Hood Canal toward the Olympic mountains.
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
Winter Solstice Blessing ~ A Love from Your Online Abbess
Winter Solstice*Holy One of the turning earth,we watch the daily pilgrimage of the sunas its journey grows shorter and shorter.Bears, bats, and hedgehogs restwhile swallows and swifts have already migrated south again. Cold air, bare branches, blankets and shawls,the growing quiet calls us to our
December 15, 2024
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Thanks for the wonderful comments my friends.
Elaine, I really like that quote you posted.
Bette, I adore that book! I read it after my mother died because it was one of her favorites, and I just inhaled it. Yes, we all need to connect with our inner wild woman (or man). :-) Thanks for the request for my own poems. Funny thing, as much as I adore other people’s poetry I feel more shy about sharing my own than almost anything else, but I think your invitation will help me to bring them more consciously to this space. They tend to hide in my journals quietly like shy deer. Maybe I can get them in touch with their own inner wolves. ;-)