Solstice becoming Into the soft velvet folds of the dark I travel. Honoring the ancestors, the Holy ones. Shining brilliance sitting as one in the sacred circle of silence. Blessings I have freely received from this time of Glorious, diminishing light. Blessings I now freely share. At this time of of Holy Balance. Between the the dark and the light of Solstice Becoming.
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?