Love is…
Delicate
yet resilient,
Surprising
and yet comforting.
It lifts the spirit
and calms the soul
It scatters joy
through each day
and every moment.
Thank you for your love. I am so proud and so grateful for every single moment we have together and all the love and care you pour into my life without reserve or condition. You are such a remarkable man… and that you’re mine makes me the luckiest man in the world.
Identity
Someone
the other day
called me
a Dryad
and
I was honored.
I had
no objection
and no argument
to give.
Funny how sometimes people pay attention and you don’t even realize it’s happening until they come out with an observation out of the blue that signals they’ve learned some intricate and core part of who you are without even realizing until that moment that they have.
My connection to the earth is so strong, so essential and so very much a part of who I am that I do not often realize that it is so visible to others. It might be silly, but it felt sort of good to have that part of myself recognized and so casually… so easily… accepted.
Value
Even the smallest
of creatures
has its place
and purpose in life.
The key is to
understand
that just because
another
is vastly different
than you
does not reduce
their value.
This is what worries me the greatest when I think of all the species around the world in the throes of going extinct. I worry because each life has value and purpose… and when a creature goes extinct, this purpose is snuffed out. What happens when a purpose that holds within it the balance of the life we know and something else is then snuffed out… and that balance then shifts and the scales topple?
Trust…
is a thing
weighted and wet.
Dark and swirling
it ripples
around me.
Your hands
hold me under
and the world
beyond
disappears.
There is only you.
The greatest trust I have ever given to anyone, I have gave to you. And I give to you again and again, each time I allow you to take me into those deep dark waters of the drown. In that space, I am at my most vulnerable, and as you hold me there beneath the surface my light shines as my soul stretches and writhes.
Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for being my anchor… my dominant… my love. Thank you very every minute… every second we have together.
Adoration…
A splash of color
among all the green
is what you called them
that day on our walk.
Patient perfect
as I paused to take
yet another picture
and another.
It always amazes me how patient you are with me, even when whatever I’m doing isn’t really your personal forte or interest. You linger anyway and watch. You show interest and you indulge. Your adoration shows in every breath you take and every word you speak. Your adoration is… breathtaking.
Gifts…
Little trinkets
sparkly things
lots of sugar
and shiny bits.
Honey cakes
and mossy spots
just don’t leave
the lemon drops.
Although they are not incorporated into my spellcraft or a part of my ritual, the Fae are a part of my path and the liminal spaces of the forest a place where I connect most strongly with those energies. That said, I often have Fae energy at home as well, and I leave gifts and offerings for them all of the time, providing them with trinkets and bauble traps to play with and sweets to taste.
I set boundaries and respect theirs in turn. I treat them as friends and equals, brothers and sisters, and cherish their presence and influences. Because of this, I’ve never had a problem with them… well, other than a bit of tug of war concerning boundaries now and then. The Fae are a gift, my relationship with them a treasure. It seems only right I should offer them gifts in turn.
Twisting the Leaf 