This morning, when I took the dogs out for there morning constitutional, I heard a disturbance in the tall pines off to the side of the house. At first, I thought it was the busy squirrels. As I looked up, I could see the pine cones falling. My initial though was, the first day of fall and they know what to do. The trees have color, the fields lining the roads are golden with highlights of dark pink and purple. The beauty of this time is beyond words. I compare this vista to my wise sisters. They to have beauty that streams afar with seasoned perceptions running like deep undercurrents alerting the pines to lose there cones. How fortunate I am to have them in my life. I like to speculate on the mystical force that brought us together and the trust that we have between the 4 of us. Fate, definitely played a part in our birth, but was there another time and another place that we were together? I do not have the definitive answer; that lies within purple rimmed fields of gold.
Today is the birthday of The Wolf Spiders. We are 6 years old. That is an accomplishment. Coven years are like dog and cat years. Many Covens do not make it past the 2 or 3 year mark, yet here we are still strong and going forward. We have been thru tragedy, loss, sickness and conflicts and yet we still stand together.
By Kith and Kin,
Wise Sisters step in.
By Serpent and Toad,
we are the Sisters of old
As above, So Below
Wise Sisters,
I will see you at the cross roads
We are in our season, and this is the time of our lives.
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