Perhaps this is why she moved north long before peach and apricot, apple and pear, or maybe the monks who carried her along were big on thorns, blood and blooms. Symbolism can […]
These are the lips of the sun. Look at them reach across the span of the year.
Today, I praise the rowan tree. This is her season, as ice breaks to the season of water and birds. Rowans with Elf Stone, Eyjafjörðursveit, Ísland She’s a tree, yes, but look how she […]