Hello all you hippie friends ~
As Spring turns into summer in the Northern Hemisphere, I find songs floating on the winds trying to reach the corners of my mind. Snippets of conversations inspired by touches of Nature herself can only be described as one word ~ Awen.
A fire sign working within the confines of, or rather unlimited skies should be quite natural. For most of my life I've stared into the fires, observing heat leading the dance between it and the swirling smoke, separated by their differences in temperature. Flowing around in spiraling circles there is an energy that speaks.
Like the heat and the smoke, it will be interesting to see how it all works together in stories that find their way into the folds of random melodies.
The Oracle states through the swan I must let things flow without thinking, with abandon and just fun. I shall press my footprints into the sands and splash in the foam created by the energy of the wind.
from the humble hippie hut I say.
As Spring turns into summer in the Northern Hemisphere, I find songs floating on the winds trying to reach the corners of my mind. Snippets of conversations inspired by touches of Nature herself can only be described as one word ~ Awen.
A fire sign working within the confines of, or rather unlimited skies should be quite natural. For most of my life I've stared into the fires, observing heat leading the dance between it and the swirling smoke, separated by their differences in temperature. Flowing around in spiraling circles there is an energy that speaks.
Like the heat and the smoke, it will be interesting to see how it all works together in stories that find their way into the folds of random melodies.
The Oracle states through the swan I must let things flow without thinking, with abandon and just fun. I shall press my footprints into the sands and splash in the foam created by the energy of the wind.
from the humble hippie hut I say.
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