The incense billows, perfuming the room as the incantations rise to fever pitch! The candle flickers, then grows tall as if the spoken word commands it to lengthen stretching up, reaching out so it can be seen on the otherside of the walking world. The sounds then begin, not in the room, but deep within … Continue reading A letter of thanks.
Growing up on the farm was a magical time, in many, many ways; the seasons, the compass directions, the winds, the time by the sun (we even found an old sundial... but that's another story) and much more were all taught to me by my beloved Grandfather. Peewits and chicks; Lapwings and obfuscation... One … Continue reading The Lapwings.
Outside William threw water over the fires and after he had spread the ashes out in a circle, he let the cows out to pasture again, closing the gate after them he lit a fag, and leaned on the gate looking down the meadow thoughtfully.