Fate and Transformation
© Rasa Van WerderThere, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man,A silver apple falls.There, amongst the branches, the mother sits.Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood,Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden. — Song to Hecate, by Alison JonesToday is a day laden with ancient magic and destiny. … Read more