Tuesday, December 8, 2009

For the love of GOD

And all his angels and all his saints...
the moon of winter has arrived and it is cold
ice on my wooden walkway
i feel pulled
i feel pulled
some odd days ago i cried three days in a row
trying to make sense of the season
tis the season
it's dead time

Yule however, celebration let's bake the cake and adorn the tree
worship the rebirth of the sun and have the ice be a temporary warning from life
I need holly to place over my door - invite good luck into my home and all who enter
let the festivities begin

I am in honor of everything that I am learning -
we
are
all
process.

Now, I need some knee socks.
It's freezing - regardless.

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