OCTOBER 12, 2009

The wind is still, the moon is halfway to darkness. The wind shifts about, whispering, always whispering. Crow shakes her dark head and ruffles her feathers against the chill, as she listens to the rustles on the forest floor below. In the distance lights from the nearby village twinkle, dogs bark, bass booming cars cruise on. Here, in her woods, she watches, and wonders. Sometimes she warns, other times she cannot. Destiny is what it is, for us all.

We humans go searching for the mysterious, the spooky, the magical. We forget what we once knew-magic is in the earth, the trees, the air and the water and the fire. Time itself is mysterious-measurable by the clock, but it ebbs and flows, never the same for different people. Our job is to live in the now. to feel the pure energy of time's passages...but during those times we need to rest, we can find that time out of time, in Ivy's Woods...