Iris

This beautiful bird flew into my life yesterday and now nothing shall ever be the same again.
I am learning to be stronger. But mostly I am learning to *stop* being strong.
There are messages and rainbows and I am filled with joy once again.

Vore Tullye

Calm has reached my bay after a time of dark storms. The Mother of the Sea has defeated Teran, once again. Green is in my mornings again and the water is falling, making sounds like the ringing of Ancient bells.

Whooper Swan . . .

Dreaming of swans, listening to a peregrine, watching the world dance her beautiful circles.

Starlings . ..

' The moon shines his Wisdom down,

on a morning filled with starlings

and new Joy. '

The past few months have been filled with * GOLDEN * joy . . .