CIRCLES

Here is Lorrena, she is singing me a blessing along with a circle of the Fey who are going to dance up a few. Like the Philosophers stone, like the seasons of the earth, the seasons of a woman’s life, they dance in a circle. North, East, South, West - Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter - Child, Maiden, Mother, Crone. The Greenman holds the hollybush in a wreath, the full circled moon looks on.

Circles come full circle come
Back to where they started from
The nature of the circle brings
A sure return of everything

And I will return here when I may.
Blessed Be,
Winnie