My friends, I will be traveling to Polish Mountain today. On Saturday I will meet the family who will be purchasing the farm. Over the phone they sound too good to be true -- except that I did some Work on the property last spring, so I'm confident it's coming into fruition.
On this Full Moon I bid goodbye to an old era and await a new one. I'm walking on with the Old Ones. May They guide your feet as well.
Blessings,
Anne Johnson
3 comments:
...and may they ease the pain in your soul...
the "old ones" also live in the Southern Hemisphere. You'd be surprised (interested), in how much they help me.
They live as seeds in the sand of the dryland; in the ancient gnarled mallee roots; in the leftover billabongs; and in the silver shimmer of the ghostgums at the sliver of new moon ....
Remember that the Native Americans believed no person could own land, only borrow it.... blessings on you Anne!
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