Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Gove And What I Find There
The forest is the heartland of my soul and the grove is my holy temple, with ceiling of sky and floor of earth and walls of living wood, every aspect in a constant state of change -- the clouds above, the wind in the trees, growth and decay, night and day. At times it is all enclosed by the forest canopy, sunlight flickering through the leaves, and at times it is bare branches, silver and black in the frosty night, Yet it is always filled with certainty.
~Druidic Priestess by Emma Restall Orr