Calamos laughs in delight as he catches up with Carpos. Carpos glances back over his shoulder sprinting towards the olive tree. The sun falls in soft rays around Carpos’ golden head, thrust forward now with effort as they run on a patch of green shore where the river lifts into the light from its long, […]
I am WILLOW and my story is INTUITION. I stand on the riverbank with the moon on my shoulders, and the spirit world shimmering just beyond my pale shadow. I am the link between conscious and subconscious – between what is known and what is felt. Come, sit in the circle of my folding branches and let
I am AMYRIS and my story is RESILIENCE. I am the torch held aloft to light the dark seas and the pre-dawn path through the forest. I am the candle in the window and the candle on the altar. I am the bonfire at the center of the sacred circle. I invite you to warm your hands and
I am BIRCH and my story is BEGINNINGS. I stand sentinel in the ancient Celtic forest, beckoning you with my sliver bark toward the sacred grove. To enter this place of knowledge and healing, you must resist your old thinking and shed habits that keep you comfortable, stuck, and numb. Beginnings demand you strip away the trappings of
She has watched the moon growing, waiting for this night, and now full, it spills over the rich grasses of summer as she hurries towards the woodland just beyond the far edge of cultivated hay. It’s almost midnight and she’s anxious to complete her task. She holds her lantern aloft, but she doesn’t need it.