I have been busy with life things, but I caught up on your beautiful posts tonight. I feel a peace from having read them..thank you.

So many connections..moon, wolves, lost children….

“When women’s lives are in stasis, ennui, it is always time for the wildish woman to emerge; it is time for the creating function of the psyche to flood the delta…It means to establish territory, to find one’s pack, to be in one’s body with certainty and pride regardless of the body’s gifts and limitations, to speak and act in one’s behalf, to be aware, alert, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition and sensing, to come into one’s cycles, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to retain as much consciousness as we can.”

I get the wolf connection, I really do.

Near to my childhood home there is a wondrous place – a long ridged back hill rising sharply from the great plain of Glastonbury. From it’s highest point you can see beyond Somerset, into Dorset, Devon and Avon. Here (or there) at this point stands a white windmill, converted oddly into a single turret house. Below on a winter’s morning lie flat acres of wild fields and calm square edged pastureland – frequently broken by small dark forests of conifer; each copse standing on hummocky hillocks and when the mist lies level and truly mysterious of the vast lowlands , the trees stand like islands surrounded by a sea-like blanket of smoke. To the other far side stands Glastonbury Tor. Sometimes I stop close by there, pull my car off the road and like some Dark Age Warrior – I quite literally ROAR at the world.