Mobile WalkAbout:October 26, 2016 at 02:14AM

On Nemeton as the myst settles over the mountain, blanketing us in its chilly damp embrace, I watch the leaves fall from the trees, to rest its growth for yet another season and I am reminded as I remove the tear soaked leaves from my sacred spaces that IT IS Time. That precise balance step across the slippery bridge from Here to Then, that spring comes only after The Fall and this time too is to Be Relished. Revealing in the deep root growth, the Returning to The Cave, To The Mother, To Self. Each year I die back to rest, like the plants and trees I love so, their medicines and language a gift that rides with me through the deep dark swirly months. And Each spring I emerge like the first leaves of spring, eagerly bursting towards the suns warmth. These cycles, these patterns, a thing to Be Embraced, treasured. Love yourself, deeply, relentlessly, pursuing the You that IS Divine. ~Fall of 2016 on Nemeton~ (From the pages of ‘The Memoirs of a Wild Mountain Woman’) #nemet0n http://ift.tt/2eKiEJL

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