where shall we get religion?

beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity

the midnight earth sends incence up, sweet with the breath of prayer

go out beneath the naked light and get religion there

sam walter foss



~can you feel the solstice?~


so here we are, on the threshold of the winter solstice...the great wheel turns yet again and tomorrow we celebrate the return of the light, the return of the oak king...

can you feel it?

it stated with me last night~i couldn't sleep and my whole mind and body felt as if it were fizzing with energy and i have been on a real high all day.

and i am ready for pixies



i have made my releasing bundle and have some gorgeous incense from my friend Tilli, especially for the solstice, to burn while i sit and meditate with my fire in the early hours of dawn.

~however you all celebrate this time i hope you have a wonderful time~

 





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2 comments:

Rowan said...

Solstice blessings Lee!

21 December 2011 18:43
Rose said...

I feel the opposite.... Tired. My body has decided to do different things to normal and I think this is part of my solstice releasing. Hopefuly I will feel differently in an hour or two when I have been awake a little longer!

22 December 2011 07:56

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