I awoke early this morning to the sounds of strong winds against my house and some crows upon my roof. Perhaps there was magick afoot. It was just before the darkness fully gave way to the grey skies splashed with color from the changing tide of autumn. The beckoning gusts called me fourth and I answered. After settling in with some candlelight and incense, I listened. I listened to the rush of air through the trees. I was soothed by the sounds of the windchimes. I freely released the ties that clung to me from a night’s deep sleep.
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In the Time of Fading Light
I encourage you to feel, to cry, to love, to laugh, to grieve, and to scream from your darkest and deepest depths to the outer most edges of the cosmos. Throw your hands, face, and heart up to the sky. Scream. Cry. Release. Pray. Commune. And when you come down, I encourage you to collapse into the retreating energies of the once fertile earth that is still rich in love.
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The Whispering Crow 