This article is not a teaching one, it is a personal one.
I was ill last week, that’s why I was skipping a post - so I was ill and I was not well enough to go out to the woods. I am lucky, because the place where I live now is a farm and I could go out to the hillside which is in our place’s end but there was a very cold weather outside and I did not want to take the risk of get more ill.
I was out before my illness, maybe at the last new moon’s day. That time it was getting dark earlier than now, and I was not leaving my car very far but some days before I was out again, but in the morning. I was alone there, but I heard the sound of some woodcutter’s chainsaw, they were not very close to me. I was thinking maybe it’s not the best time for the walk but I was going further.
I did not think about anything, just walked through the woods. I did not hear the sound of the woodcutters anymore, just the birds over my head. I stopped at a place where I felt I need to get off the road. I was going through the bushes and I tried to make as less noise as I can.
I got to a slash. It was fabulous in the winter lividity. The slash was covered in green moss and it’s greenness was charming in the middle of the “dead” landscape. It was wonderful! I think the forest showed me a sacred place where I can practice my magic and my rites.
Look, it’s wonderful!
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