Author: Birch Wind
Mom of five kids aged 16-36. Journeying though life, and looking for the way home. Trying to remember that the map is hidden in all I see, even in the face of the grief that has settled upon me since my daughter passed away in 2016. Currently picking through scattered pieces.
Brothers
First day of summer
Well, to me summer begins at Beltaine. In May. I judge it more on hours of daylight. Hitting their peak yesterday, the hours now quietly grow shorter. In places that get very hot in the summer, this is much appreciated. :)So, first full day of High Summer. For the second day in a row we … Continue reading First day of summer
First day of summer
Well, to me summer begins at Beltaine. In May. I judge it more on hours of daylight. Hitting their peak yesterday, the hours now quietly grow shorter. In places that get very hot in the summer, this is much appreciated. :)So, first full day of High Summer. For the second day in a row we … Continue reading First day of summer
Father Sun. Hail the King.
He had been growing in strength gently and with patience. Stretching the days long, so that Brother Robin had only a short rest between singing his farewell at nightfall and emerging from his nest again in the morn to sing us into wakefulness. His gentle warmth had brought the quince flowers to fulness, and with … Continue reading Father Sun. Hail the King.
In the Wind 