Slate grey sky Rain falling Birds calling soft harmonies. The holy light of candle flame on stone The scented smoke rising in the stillness of the air. Today my living room becomes a chapel to the Goddess.
A colder, greyer day today. No horizon out at sea. No treetops on the hill. Sweet scented smoke swirls between the beams. Beads of water – moondrops on the cabbage leaves as blackbirds carol and pigeons flap and fluster. The treasures of today are laid before me and I am humbled.