Image – Beata Banach Photography Every Autumn Equinox I perform a small ritual which I call honouring the forgotten dead, in which I...

Art by by katrina sesum My spiritual path is dirty It’s hands down in the mud Dancing til you’re breaking Aching in the blood Touch...

Say you’re a wolf You’ve got to be joking First sign of blood You know you’d be choking There’s something deeper Than what’s in a...

“I stood in the Grove In a circle of Birch The wind was my Choir The forest my Church The tears came freely I fell to my knees ...