There is a quality to the unknown, to the mystery of Winter Solstice, that is even more fleeting, even more tenuous, it seems to me this...

Moon's Message: A poem honoring our interconnection with the moon. "The branches of your being reach out to me. The roots of your existence

On this Samhain eve I offer you this poem as an alternative to the silly and profane, the sugar-laced moments and pumpkin-studded gatherings

I'm sharing with you the journey I've been on over the past few days in hopes that it might illuminate for you a similar experience...

Wishing you a happy Equinox from the Common Ground Fair!

In the moment I could feel Her as a reciprocal experience in my body. It felt like what I feel around sensing my own blood flowing.