The Gleewoman's Notes

It is an old, old tradition the world over, that when the nights grow long and dark, the hearth becomes the sun, to carry the seed of light...

 May we walk light-hoofed and together into the new year, finding the sweet and damp new grasses with our teeth when we need them. (And m...

Blessings this summer solstice to the star who fills us each with light, who grows the plants, who warms our bodies, the seeds of our eve...