When the air turns a little cooler and the sun sets a little earlier, a feeling arises within each of us. It is an enchanting time, the autumn season, especially here in New England. As the October chill begins to nip at our fingers and nose, we reach out to the warming teas and ciders to comfort us from within. Sweaters and scarves begin their migration from the depths of our closets and back to our bodies. Giggles of excitement can be heard throughout the orchards. The silvery morning mists rise from the earth as the blades of grass cling to their last days of green, preparing for their own descent into the depths of the earth.
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Whispering Winds
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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The Whispering Crow 