Write, Sing or Swim – Day 23

An easterly wind today brought rain for a while, enough to feed the gardens. A good day for reading poetry and wandering. I struggled with my song but finally got it out. A scrawling Tom Waits kind of ode to Hecate and how we’ve let things fall.

Tomorrow I’ll go to a mountain village near here to commune with the Naiads and send some blessings for the bees. My thoughts are with the Red Warriors at home. I’ll be dancing with them under the waterfalls and hope the muses find me clean and clear at Azogirés. Kali nichta xx