Winter Solstice & The Crone

Her head is bowed, her bones are crooked, her staff is crooked, she’s  walking a crooked path leading her into the cave of remembance.    She moves like turtle woman – slow steady cane tapping  frozen ground –  nothing growing under her crooked toes,...

Breaking Earth – Jeanne d’Orge

This poem was written by Jeanne d’Orge – the woman that built my home in 1957 for her art studio!   She was a wild woman with a wild spirit! I can feel her wandering around the Standing Stones sometimes.  Whispering in my dreams, continue on daughter the...