Crone At The Watch Tower. Poems published in Ladybug Flights a magazine you might enjoy. At the end of a long life. The sharpened edge of time. Cuts the beaded chain of memory. Our breath collects in the circle. As newcomers settle on the edges. A single thread twists free. Turns back to join the others. Around a point, the pattern. Each generation repeating breaks and pauses. We breath to one another.

Within moments of deciding to seek the creative grail, the elixir of creativity, you pass through a special portal and enter the imaginary world of Lemuria, the world of le Enchanteur. Show or describe what your portal looked like. Do not misplace this bag or let anyone take it from you. Keep it with you at all times. The door opens and a vista of Lemuria spreads before you. Share with us what you see, hear, smell, sense, taste, feel.

Travel Lemurian Lanes and the Soul Food Silk Road with le Enchanteur. Awaken to the Divine Feminine. By the time they reach The City of Ladies. And find the elusive Cave of the Ancients.

Deep in the heart of the Riversleigh Grounds lie the Murmuring Woods. Not marked on any map, lies the enchanted Murmuring Wood, where the sylphs and nature spirits play, and the trees talk, and brooks babble. Watched over by Imogen Crest the Hermit, when not at the Lemurian Hermitage. Or at the City of Ladies. In Cyberia, it is usually a place of infinite peace, wisdom and exploration. Yet it also contains the magical.

How would I go from now. The howling winds of time. To stand straight and tall as you did. And not let the winds strip. Nor yet steal the sap from my veins. The life running in my veins. The blood from my life. Leaving me withered and dry. Leaving me bent and tired. You have met this wind.

A Bowl of Crystals, Part 2. I smiled and shoved back in my seat. 8220;So, another creativity exercise? 8221; I chuckled. These are the Crystals of the Queens. 8220;Crystals of the Queens? 8220;You need to get moving. 8220;Where are you going? Not the destination. 8220;I beg your pardon? .