Tuesday, February 4, 2020

∞ A Witch's Walk ∞

 
into the woods she steps...
padding lightly on a familiar path
taken almost 2x daily now ~
 

 
along her journey ~ waist-high bushes hold nests in their gnarled hands,
cupping them ever-so gently as the dried branches blanch in the winter sun ~
 

not one, but two vessels
~ purposely woven from twigs and sticks
with the intent of caressing newborn life.
 

she leans in for a closer look and finds
a cache of late-autumn acorns
half-eaten
long forgotten now
except to the small worms who now live inside 
the shiny brown shells.


she feels full ~ as though the woods are nourishment.
and they are...
her walks feed her soul.

noticing the smallest things:
seeds.  stones.  feathers.  pods.   

how the air smells different here with scents of pine and black earth.
how the breeze caresses her cheeks and makes her hair float ~ 
and the muffled sound her shoes make upon a path of velvet moss.



 
as she emerges again from her woods,
touches of verdant shoots are here and there  ~
as the witch approaches her humble farmhouse.
 

those closer to the old farmhouse sprout before their woodland neighbors,
being warmed by the bouncing sunrays ~ 

reaching...bending...twisting.
 
 
there are signs of human-life now,
long ago implements rust along the sides of the big fields where the deer
watch her from the woodline edges.

iron that once came from earth
now ~ sinks back to earth.
 
 
porch swings and mewing kittens.
whiskers and gentle head bumps from beloved familiars. 
 
her company on these small journeys she takes daily.
 



tangled branches of her walking stick bush greet her as she enters her garden...
sharing whispered secrets between it's braided arms:

soon...
 

 soon again.

 
her walk is over ~ 
a cup of tea and a snuggle
a biscuit and a sweep of her kitchen floor 
before finding her needle and thread.






finding solace in the sound of thread being pulled through linen
the flash of silver in a cat's eye ~
 
 
remembering her walks 
by painting them with fibers of cotton and silks.
 



 

~ Blessed be ~
Levora

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

~ A Painterly Posting ~

 
a few of my watercolors for your amusement...
 





 
 


 
 
 



 


 

 
 
 
~ Blessed be ~
Levora

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

~ Birds of a Feather ~

 
...friends flocking together...

flying high on the rising breath of our laughter
coming to know each other by the sound of our beating wings ~
 
Crow's Nest, I've never even seen a Crow's Nest before.
 
 
 
clucking.   chortling.  crowing and cawing
in ways that only we can understand ~
 
Tiffany Bozic
 
 
sometimes alone but
always within each other's hearts
 
#barn_owl #cute
 
nurturing one another,
being a mother to our more fragile selves.

 So a dove has been nesting on my front porch for a couple weeks, ive been using other means to get into my house as to not scare her but i saw a second face looking back at me today when i looked.
 
tenacious yet gentle enough to land on a dandelion
fierce with our words in our loyalty to one another. 

 Small bird on a rusty hook.
 
always looking out for one another while remaining our truest selves...
 
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~ Blessed be ~
Levora

Sunday, August 25, 2019

~ Moonflowers & Moths ~

 
 
 









 
 “Belle-de-Nuit"

At long last! The Sun’s a-bed!
And the Evening Star begins the appointed rounds.
Soon a company of stars, like crystal sentries,
Will take their positions in the Black-Velvet Sky—
And await the Queen of the Night to ascend.

Riding high in the Harvest Sky,
The Mother Moon—Lady of the Night—
Casts her bewitching beams like a Spell
Over the slumbering garden,
Transforming purple shadows into Amethyst Dreams.

Born of the Earth, we spiral to the Heavens,
Winding enchantments of Loneliness and Silence.
Drawing down the Lady’s Light,
Hypnotic unfurling from silvery beams,
Opening the Stars of our Centers!

Like miniature moons, strung on a vine,
Our heart-shaped leaves, a testament to long-favored Love Magic.
We open and open, and on the breeze of a dying summer,
Our nocturnal blooms release their intoxicating perfume!
A sweet—warm—fragrance…enough to make witches fly!

Yes, we are a potion of poison—
But an aide to Healers and Diviners!
Sister Nightshade, Bittersweet Belladonna,
We are both Darkness and Light!
A Dreaming Datura—medicinal magic…

We are Moonflowers of the Night!

By Nancy Duncan  2016
 
 {all photos courtesy of Pinterest}

~ Blessed be ~
Levora

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