“I know this must look like a small place to you. You see what you can perceive with whatever perceptions were given you by the gods. I cannot convey to you the vastness of it, not really; you’re not equipped to handle it. That’s not meant to be patronising, or belittling, I promise: it’s just …
I’ve been busy over the past few days, while recovering from this annoying injured thumb on my left (dominant) hand, working on some photographs for the 2017 Hair Fair Photo Contest. Hair Fair is one of my favourite events of the year. Because duh! Hair! And I’m lucky enough to have early blogger access again …
Things just appear. I guess it goes back to that idea of thoughts being things that I was thinking about yesterday when I discovered the greenhouse. This Realm isn’t growing on its own and coming up fully formed, the way the Wylds did around Janus and me. It’s both more structured and more organic. I pass …
Queen, Protector, Priestess, Sorceress, Storyteller, Guardian, Faery, Elf, Myth: I am all these things. For the denizens of the Wylds, I am the representative of light, the definition of beauty, the walking guise of Love Itself. And so we come to Lughnasadh. Lammas. First Harvest. The Commemoration of Lugh. And the villagers bring me their loaves …