Gratitude for cycles
Today, I saw a tiny black and white bird dive into a birdhouse I just put up on top of our fence post. I think it's a chickadee, but not...
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One morning, after slipping down a very muddy, wet path into a lower level of ancient rock and moss-covered trees in The Glen, on the side of Knocknareaa Mountain in County Sligo we sat and listened to an insistent drum beat while we journeyed inwards towards the ancestors. - Jenn Boire
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excerpt from Celtic Pilgrimage into Women's Power
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