Can you feel it? I know August is still hanging on and Mabon is a month away, but I can sense an autumnal shift deep in my marrow. There's a chill at night and the wind keeps blowing a certain way that sounds like Fair Folk singing on the moors,...
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
