First Harvest And the Lady is called to perform the hardest of her duties for the Land that she was promised to when she was born. She takes a sharp, silver sickle and presses it to the skin of her Great Love. Watches them bleed. Bleed until they are dry. And when they are dry, … Continue reading a lammas story – the burning
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Lammas – making space for the chaos and the compassion
Want me to read this to you? Click here. I’m watching two large sycamore trees ripple as I write; the wind is pushing gently from the west to twist half of its leaves onto their backs, revealing their pale bellies to the last of the day’s sunlight. It is a marked change from this morning … Continue reading Lammas – making space for the chaos and the compassion