(Poem) Sister Thorn by Louise M Hewett
Thorn, that’s me. I am a boundary, an island. Aye, an island. You’ve become so entranced with this island of late. Do you see these colours I weave for you? Read More …
Thorn, that’s me. I am a boundary, an island. Aye, an island. You’ve become so entranced with this island of late. Do you see these colours I weave for you? Read More …
On this day I make ready, preparing to receive all that is given by life: the Dew of Mercy from the bowl of the Mother who gives what is given: Read More …
I comb my hair silver cobweb flies in an electric breeze tells stories Heterochromia of the hair and other wonders describe the landscape of my wanderings across worlds and oceans Read More …
I first met Lynne Sinclair-Wood in a small Adelaide Hills community of Pagans coming together to celebrate a full moon. From that day our friendship developed along a path woven Read More …