An exploration of seership in poetry, songs, chants and reflections
Pan Pipes
Dedicated to Jane: may you continue to flourish
Pan pipes on the wind Calling what ails you back home Feel the breath in your lungs Feel the life in your heart Serpentine kisses down your spine Wrap your spine with their healing dew Drip by drip Let that poison slip From your view From all of you Awake renewed Awake renewed You are loved You are held Remember we believe in you We believe in you Pan pipes on the wind Calling what ails you back home Calling what ails you back home
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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