The Birchwood Blessing
I bless you with the breathing of the treesand the silence of your soul I bless you with the renewal of many watersand the rolling grace of tides I bless you wi...
I bless you with the breathing of the treesand the silence of your soul I bless you with the renewal of many watersand the rolling grace of tides I bless you wi...
Tonight, a whisper of peace over the weary world. . . A quiet, a calm, but not as the world gives. This peace is not the absence of conflict. It is the p...
There are days I seem to be living life in fast forward. It can wear me out and chew me up. Voices garble, movement is jerky, and in the frenzied passing of sce...