© Rasa Van WerderThere, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man,A silver apple falls.There, amongst the branches, the mother sits.Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood,Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden. — Song to Hecate, by Alison JonesToday is a day laden with ancient magic and destiny.Continue reading Continue Reading

The wheel is turning and you can’t slow down, You can’t let go, and you can’t hold on, You can’t go back, and you can’t stand still, If the thunder don’t get you, then the lightning will. Won’t you try just a little bit harder, Couldn’t you try just a little bit more? Won’t youContinue reading Continue Reading