a journey of self discovery. You just never know what we might see. Is that a fairy ring under that rowan tree? Look! - a hedgewitch, I wonder what she is brewing in her cauldron today. Oh, and look at that poor menopausal soul, she needs our love & understanding. We may take a stop at the creativity school or a wander through the garden. And maybe, we will take the time machine back to the past! But wherever we go, we will always take time to stop for tea.
here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.
posted by Miss Robyn | 8:58 pm
5 Comments:
Amen!
Very nice thoughts. For several years every night I wrote down 5 things I was grateful for that day. Somewhere along the line I quit doing that but I think you've inspired me to begin again. Thank you for that.
(PS - I wish I lived in a little village, too!)
Amen to that! xox
How nice! Your villiage sounds wonderful. I need to get back to my graditude journal. Thanks for reminding me! Have a wonderful week.
Lucky you. Wish I were there to walk with you!
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