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The fairy ring showed up yesterday. Last year it erupted on August 20, only it went unrecognized as a ring because of its size. This year the entire circle is obvious, tethered as it is to the sycamore tree.
The radius is longer than the tape measure, so a girl has to do math and calculations involving pi. 🤓The circumference is just over 84 feet.
There is marjoram and thyme growing nearby, but the ring’s inner sanctum is not to be traversed. A girl who is already prone to exhaustive dancing has to draw the line somewhere. There are principles to be upheld. 🧚🏼
If you see a fairy ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tiptoe as you pass;
Last night fairies frolicked there,
And they’re sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny fay
Lying fast asleep,
Shut your eyes and run away,
Do not stay or peep;
And be sure you never tell,
Or you’ll break the fairy spell.
–Author Unknown
The wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
Robert Jordan
Been walking and reading. Time to share the lessons as the ongoing quest to see all Tennessee’s waterfalls continues…
It is all very beautiful and magical here – a quality that cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake into you.
Ansel Adams
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
Wendell Berry
Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
Annie Dillard
It is in the woods we return to reason and faith.
Emerson
Leave no stone unturned. Deeply explore the beauty in your life.
Neil Gaiman
Lyrics to "The Seed" A Song by the beautiful Aurora Aksnes (Photos by Lunar) Just like the seed I don't know where to go Through dirt and shadow I grow I'm reaching light through the struggle ...
... Just like the seed I'm chasing wonder I unravel myself All in slow motion ...
... Suffocate me so my tears can be rain I will water the ground where I stand so the flowers can grow back again ...
... 'Cause just like the seed Everything wants to live We are burning our fingers But we learn and forget ...
... Feed me sunlight, feed me air Feed me truth and feed me prayers. ...
You’ll figure it out.
It so rarely snows here.
And never like this…
Sunrise alights the crystalline glitter world outside the window.
The garden ornaments are shocked speechless
by this miracle morning of magic and mystery.
‘Come along now,’ she beckons.
And so we follow
And that’s how I will always remember that day.
“There is in all women a wild woman…“
“…a wild and ancient gypsy that cries in anguish when we starch her flat…“
“...there is a part of us that can never, ever be happy until the gypsy can dance.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archtype
AROOOOO!
**howling in spirit with you at tonight’s full moon**
