Magicways

Some months ago I posted this entry after I wrote this little story inspired by the beautiful pictures I got.

Now, I see myself in this same trip, my heart floating on the wings of magic after I found at last Time For Love. For those who already saw it, it is a pleasure to share again. And I welcome the ones who are invited for the first time. Hope all of you can join my feelings.

Hi my dear friends

There is such a long time I haven’t been around. However I didn’t forget you. Simply life changes, fortunately sometimes for better.

Then, we have a necessity of enjoying happiness because that stage it’s a remarkable one when it appears. There are some events we found once in a lifetime and they must be deeply lived. That is what is happening now with me and I’m so grateful because of it. And you will understand if you read  what I'm telling under my profile.

Yet, I’m opening my door again. I will not post as much as I did before, but I’ll keep in touch with you.

Your friend

Magicways

Night time again.
Time to go a-prowl...
With my unicorns beside me,
Armed with herbs, my staff of lore,
My wisdom, my wits.
I'll walk far tonight, in search of forever.
Along moonlit path, through tangled forest,
Along the brows of hills,
Hair tossing in the wind,
Talking to Fae folks in their homes,
Offering my services.
It's not the destination, it's the traveling.
Eyes deep with dreaming, mine -
Wisdom beyond the ages I possess,
As I wander this lonesome way,
Happy in my own solitary company,
And that of my unicorns.
Would you walk with me?
I know many a song,
Many a merry dance.
Let me ease your burdens a while.
And at night, I sleep under hedgerows,
And in the crowns of trees,
Safe in the embrace of the Goddess.
I speak the language of the seasons, and of times passing -
The wind teaches me songs, the moon dances with me,
The animals are my companions, the trees my family.
Music in my fingertips,
Songs and healing on my tongue and in my hands,
Dance in my legs and my feet.
Wild witch, woman, warrior am I,
A blending of three.
Some call me the Woodwife.
Others call me Lyonesse.
But I am myself - call me what you will.

By Ali English

Magicways

Thank you my dear susan for your gift!