Somewhere in inner space stands a doorway. Cross at exactly the thirteenth hour and you may find your own everywhen home, exactly as you like it. This is mine, a woodlands cottage I retreat to when I hanker after my fireside, books, candles and the aroma of food cooked on a real wood stove. It is a real place somewhere on the globe and also above it...
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
JOURNAL: siddhe with wings and red flowers in their hair
Borne by the winds of change, they travel ahead of me to protect and to shield those too young to have the duty. To avenge the lack of scruple and to seal the door of evil. Hands raised to fend and to punish the trespasser. Siddhe who love the innocent children of the moon, the maidens who in youthful enthusiasm glow and seek.
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