I am calling from the hill Feel me now, and feel me real Take my hand and come my way Know my heart by night and day Save your body and save your soul Save yourself, so you’ll grow old Feel Her rain and feel Her heat In your head and in your feet Feel […]
I heard an Imam calling the faithful to prayers at five o’clock this morning. I thought that was a bit early or late, depending on your point of view, but then that is the custom here in Morocco. I was transported back to some decennia ago, when I used to live right next to a […]
Tap down and gather together all ye merry crafters Gather the herbs and vines and hang them from the rafters Kick a boot cheerily and sway thou wicked hips Grab the wisest merry-man and kiss him on the lips Ring the bell and call the cat then spark thy candle bright Sip a witchy midnight brew on this winters night.